Otherworld Nation Founding Chronicles Novels & Stories

The First Creator screamed: “NO!” The First Father raised his weapon. The First Kael stepped forward. Veyr grabbed Auren. Kael stood before his son. “What is that?” The Observer looked at the emerging presence. “The place I came from.” Kael's eyes narrowed. “What's there?” The Observer finally formed something resembling a smile. “Everything that was never chosen.” The darkness exploded. Millions of forgotten possibilities poured into existence. Worlds that had never been born. People who had never lived. Wars that had never happened.

It was exactly what happened in the last two hundred and thirty realms they colonised and inevitably destroyed their sun. Freya shut the book and gaped, her mind whirring. This was insane! Other realms? She had never heard of such outside of folklore. If this book was to be believed, their world was in danger. King Ardelan the power hungry son of a bitch didn’t know did he?

He hesitated for a moment to consider Orion’s words, then said, “Go on then, I will listen.” Zeek nodded, happy to have gotten that out of the way. Sucking in air and letting it back out, he began. “In the beginning, there was only a timeless vastness called Platonia. The only existence in Platonia was black matter and black energy. At one point, the dark matter became very concentrated, which caused a detonation. This explosion created the very first realm, Anwyn." Zeek looked at the group. He paused on Cade. He looked confused, and doubtful - but he was listening. Zeek felt relief wash over him. He did this all without pausing his speech. He had so much to say, and so little time.

said Astrapi, “But it was once real.” Astrapi tells her the story of the One World, and as he speaks cities rise and land forms bridges across the vast water. She and Astrapi walk across the newly formed lands, travelling leagues in an instant, like gods. Forests spring up from the lands and buzz with the sounds of creatures. Last, they find the people. They are tall and their skins glow all the shades of the earth. They are well fed and their robes rustle, resplendent with wealth and the bounty of the earth.

“Thousands of years ago,” Vanalise begins. “The whole world was ruled by the god from Veneer. It was their home and they watched over all the creatures. Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Humans, Faes and even Dragons. Everyone lived in their own territories because they were not allowed to fight each other. The gods had given them an abode and they must stay there.”

machines retreating and then at the wolf-queen who had taken the poison for him. "You're... you're bleeding," he said, his voice trembling. "I told you," I whispered, coughing up a fine, silver-dusted blood. "I'm Human." I looked at the horizon. The "Clean-Zones" were rising. The walls were being built. The 184th Chapter was the end of the "World of One." It was the beginning of the World of Two. "The North is no longer a place," I said to the crowd, my voice carrying the weight of the New Cycle. "And the West is no longer a cage. We are a Species in Transition. And the only way we survive... is if we stop being Others."

Gavin. He had been here. And with that memory came the world of the book, its lore washing over me again, feeling more real than it had before. The supernatural rules in the novel were different, more intricate than the standard moon-goddess fare. It described a world that existed in layers, right alongside our own, hidden by a single, absolute law: never expose yourselves to humans. In that world, royalty lived for millennia, while others lived extended lives, and everyone was born with a half-soul, desperately searching for its other half.

The creation of the "Wild-Multiverse" had unintended consequences. By shattering the monoliths of the Silent-Others, the Union hadn't just created "Potential"; they had birthed a new form of consciousness that didn't share the Union’s history of the North or the Soot-Pits. These were the Cinder-born, entities composed of jagged geometric shards and pressurized entropy. They didn't see the Union as saviors, but as "The Great Disruptors." To manage this brewing tension, the first Council of the Wild was convened on a planetoid made entirely of "Recycled-Axioms."

“We look enough like humans in our preferred form that we can guess at some common kinship.” “Oh, we do have that,” Ona agrees. “There is a kinship. But that doesn’t mean that we didn’t come from somewhere else.” She smiles ruefully as if remembering something that gives her sadness. Shaking her head she continues with her tale. “Long before there were dragons here, this world was teeming with life. Oaestr and Nyx were the first of our kind to move through the void, sent from their home by the Universal Dragon looking for other places that could sustain our type. After centuries of searching through space, they finally came upon this planet, our planet.”

It was then her Journey began. In the time of the forgotten epochs, the time when the world had a tapestry of unexplored wonders. A place called the River Lands emerged from the embrace of early chaos and it was an era when the celestial spheres aligned in patterns that were unknown to mortals and the currents of magic coalesced to birth a realm that defied the boundaries of conventional existence, a realm that was set to be unknown mostly to mortals.