Pocket Hunting Dimension Novels & Stories

he whispered, following the phrase with curse words under his breath. The queen let go of his hand and finally looked at him. “I’m sorry, son, but he had been right by her side for a while already. It was a matter of time.” “No, there has to be something that we can do… How can I find her? Where is she?” “He has the power to open what is called in the Tradition’s books, a “Pocket dimension.” Nobody knows how to get there, at least from the regular means the Tradition used. It’s his lair and kingdom, and we always respected that…”

That 100 dollars had been all his pocket change. No matter—he still had credit. He booked a hotel on his phone, called a cab, and checked in with his ID. The suite cost 150 dollars a night. The old him would've hesitated, but now? Money meant nothing. In the quiet of the room, he began testing the properties of his dimensional space. First discovery: due to the size of the spatial gate, an item could be stored only if its height and width didn't exceed five meters, though its length could be infinite. Weight didn't matter—he just had to touch it and focus.

Despite the dim lighting, Amara used a gleaming crystal ball to illuminate their path with a soft glow. Walking through the gorge, Amara collected and stored numerous ores in a small pouch. Adrian could not help his curiosity and finally asked, "Amara, what's in your hand?" Amara shook the pouch and replied, "This? It's a treasure left by my mentor, and it's called the Serendipity Pouch. It's on the same grade as my Thunderblade, but it has no offensive capabilities. It contains a pocket dimension that allows me to store things limitlessly."

This time, he would be ready. After breakfast, he checked his pocket dimension. To his delight, the meat, fruit, and vegetables he had left there overnight remained unchanged. Meat was hard to judge in just a day, but fruit and vegetables usually spoiled quickly. Inside the pocket dimension, they looked as fresh as if he had bought them yesterday. "My pocket dimension exists outside this world. Maybe time works differently there. It could move slower or even stand still. Incredible. This means I can store anything I want without a single worry," he murmured.

"You mentioned a reward. Dimensional Storage. How does that work?" [Dimensional Storage is a pocket dimension bound to your soul. It allows the host to store items without weight limits or space restrictions. Time inside the storage is frozen. Food will not rot. Water will remain pure.] My jaw dropped. Frozen time? Infinite space? That meant I could buy food, fresh meat and thousands of gallons of water and it would stay perfectly fresh until the end of the world. I wouldn't have to worry about people stealing my crates from the back of a car again. Everything would be hidden safely inside my mind.

Paige laughed and explained to her, "The water in the pocket dimensions is always a purifying water, depending on the power of the mage it can heal small physical wounds, regenerate the reserve of energy, and it can improve the growth of magic herbs. By using this water they mature faster and sometimes some even become high quality magic herbs." She added in front of Cassy's astonished look, "What you did to my mother's pocket dimension is surreal, thanks to you my family will never be in need again... Not that we were in need before this, but now my mother's store will be famous in the whole continent thanks to you." Cassy, who had just thought of something, asked her excitedly, "Do you thi

The growls behind us grew louder, closer, the sound of paws hitting the ground like thunder in my ears. My hand fumbled into my pocket, pulling out a small pouch of silver powder. I threw it behind us, the fine dust catching in the air. The growls turned into howls, and the pursuit slowed, but it didn’t stop. “Did you bring a car?” Riley gasped as the trees began to thin, revealing the faint glow of streetlights in the distance. “No… car,” I wheezed, clutching my side as blood seeped through my fingers.

he says, his tone serious. "I think I know what this is." His brow furrows. "I read about this in one of the books in the school's library. I think it's a pocket dimension." "A pocket dimension?" I shake my head. "What does that mean?" "It's an intentionally—magically—constructed space. One with limits. Boundaries. Usually, they're set up to trap someone or protect something." "Like an all-powerful relic." I exhale all the air in my chest.