One Thrust Man Journey Through The Multiverse Novels & Stories

To exist was to "Contribute." "It’s beautiful, Audrey," Lucas said, looking out at the "White-Void," which was now filled with the glowing ribbons of the Assembly-Line. Millions of "Bio-Ships" and "Cargo-Hulls" moved in perfect, synchronized patterns, carrying the components of a "New-Reality" from one end of the Multiverse to the other. "But it’s 'Tight.' There’s no room for 'Error' anymore. If one gear slips, the whole Multiverse might seize up."

“But here, in the Drift, I reign supreme.” Before anyone could react, the twin reached out with a commanding gesture. His hand grasped Alara’s multiple selves one by one, he pulled them into his embrace. The others watched helplessly as their counterparts were drawn into his shadowy presence. And then, the scene shifted. ******************** The multiverse exploded into a scene of raw, unrestrained eroticism. The boundary between selves dissolved completely, as all versions of Ryen and Alara found themselves in a shared, sprawling chamber an infinite space of desire and temptation.

When Tamner finally turned to me, he smiled. "He will be well, although it will take time for him to heal. Maybe long time. His injuries are great. I think it took a lot of his power to contain the blast as he did." I did not like the sound of that. "We'll have to find another way back, is what you mean." Tamner nodded. "Is there any other way back?" John asked, stepping closer. The old man looked to me. "Only the Blessed Hasim and the Great Ones have the power to travel between the worlds."

For one mile, I'd meditate on the gritty noise. And as quickly as it began, it ended when my truck made it to the asphalt country road outside Cross Acres. It was a straight shot from here to my house. I'd driven this stretch so many times, I'd swear I could do it blindfolded. As tired as I was, I was tempted to try. Fifteen minutes on a two-lane road with nothing other than pastures as far as I could see didn't hold my attention, even though the odd color of the sky did. It wasn't just Jack's ranch I worried about; my parents' farm was in jeopardy, too, as was every person's I knew. Our houses were all in harm's way. Mason Belle's entire way of life was currently under threat. Every abled b

Without further ado, he dashed at the devil and made a swipe at its head that opened up a path of destruction. The man chose to dodge that momentous charge. At its wake the fabric of reality has been opened up akin to a brakeless monster truck on public highways running at 150 km/h. A hundred universes were instantly demolished along with the fabric of reality torn like an opened jeans' zipper resulting to even more chaos divines rampaging on the mortal realm.

He growled in my face almost animalistic. I looked away. He threw the bag of food and water in front of me on the bed. “Eat, drink, and then we will play again.” “I’m not being drugged again.” “Drink or I will force you.” I shook my head and threw the bottle against the wall and watched as it burst open, and the water pooled onto the floor. I watched his expression change as anger filled him. He grabbed me around my throat, and I clawed and scratched as much as I could at him but before long, I could feel myself blacking out.

Finding only genuine joy, he pressed a passionate kiss onto John's lips. John melted into his mate's embrace, overwhelmed by the moment. He was eager to share the news with Carla, Magnus, and the rest of the pack during their gathering tonight. Reflecting on the twists of fate, John marvelled at how his initial urge to leave and seek a better future had led him right to his destined journey The end

He could see his mother’s silhouette through a curtain of smoke, her hand reaching out, her fingers just inches from his. Suddenly, the image snapped. He was twenty-five, sitting in a sterile white room with a woman whose face was blurred. She was whispering to him, her voice a soothing, hypnotic rhythm. “You are Silas Thorne. You are powerful. You are in control. The fire is a dream. The Protocol is the truth.” The two memories collided. The boy in the fire and the king in the tower slammed into each other with the force of two freight trains.

I don't know what I would have done without you. He gave me a warm smile. "You don't have to worry about that," he said. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together." His words gave me strength, and I felt my resolve growing. ANDY’S POV The alarm Clock kept on ticking and it was starting to become annoying. I was too tired to stand up, I felt a strange sensation, the feeling of the bed and the bedsheet was different, my eyes was still shut but I could feel that I was in a different environment, I opened my eyes slowly and I quickly shut it because of the brightness of the room, I felt a sharp pain and it was as if my eyes was swollen.

He looked up. And said: “I saw the baby. But older. Standing in front of the Gate. And he wasn’t alone.” Kael turned sharply. “What does that mean?” “It means,” Thorne said, “the Gate didn’t just show her a future. It showed her something real.” My stomach dropped. “You think it’s already happened?” “I think…” He paused. “I think it’s happening somewhere else. In another timeline. Another life. Something is trying to come through.” Kael rubbed his face.