Realityquest Novels & Stories

A spear that can be imbued with elemental magic for Trent with the ability to control ice. Daggers for Luke with the ability to multiply himself. A metal recorder for Athena with the power to see a person’s past and future. Heaps of books for Dion with the ability to copy any material he saw. And for Nicole who is a summoner, she has a space ring. Trent threw something at Celestin, which was immediately caught by the woman even though her eyes were closed. Trent was surprised by what happened because he did not expect that Celestin would be able to catch it.

I need to at least try and work some magic. On instinct, I move my hands up and down. Slowly, as if feeling the fullness of Pierre's c**k on my hand, letting him feel the friction between my hand and his c**k as I rub him at a teasing pace. And I was doing it for a while until he suddenly groaned, a white cream emerging on the tip of his hard shaft. "Why are you so good at this Justine Elle?" He asked, there was madness in his husky voice yet too consumed with pleasure to even hear the answer.

Gabe squealed in delight and jumped on Andrew’s back. I looked at Jack confused. I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean other realm?” I asked and Jack turned to me. “There are special realms around this world, but you have to know where to find them and get in them. There are not many, but they exist.” I nodded and watched him walk towards the camp. I was glad to hear that we were going. There was no definite deal that I would get any answers, but I had hope. My necklace had to have some significance to it.

Especially it was the only way for him to survive in this realm. “One more thing, it seems the amulet is not properly functioning when Rieska is around. I will create an illusion for your appearance to look like us.” She raised her hand and attempted to click her fingers. “Wait—wait, what do you mean? How would I look like?”

"Still none, my lady. It seems like, she's not from here. Since, I didn't found any record of her. But, I've already talk some people outside of Alkinia. I will inform you as soon as possible." "Alright, then." I heard her footsteps walking out. I breathed deeply and lay my back in the bed. "What the heck is this?" I shout as I heard the news from them. "Tell me, Roco. Did you do your best?!" "Yes, ma'am." I feel his fear but I don't care. "So, this is the best for you?!" "I'm sorry." "Sorry? Do you think that sorry of yours can let me to see things again?!"

Separate futures. Optional doors. Charles exhaled. “Maybe this is finally stable.” Subject One stared at him. “You shouldn't say things like that.” Charles frowned. “Why?” A warning immediately appeared. Subject One pointed. “That.” UNAUTHORIZED CONNECTION REQUEST Everyone groaned. Jonathan opened it. “One reality is requesting access.” “Which one?” Elena asked. “No identification.” Marcus's face hardened. “Reject it.” Lucas looked at him. “Why?” “Because every stable reality has a signature.”

And on the screen was a single line of text, accompanied by a real-time video feed showing Marcus Reed sitting at a chess board inside our newly reopened 72nd Street academy in New York, surrounded by three men dressed in black tactical gear: The Black Queen was never a server in Venice, Daniel. It was a secondary protocol inside Marcus's neural implant. The real game hasn't even begun. White to move. You have sixty seconds to surrender, or we execute the boy.

"They are expanding their footprint across the eastern seaboard and they’ve realized their current legacy supply chain software is a dinosaur. They are desperate to license our proprietary AI routing infrastructure. They sent over a massive, incredibly lucrative introductory proposal. They practically begging for an initial consultation with the 'mysterious CEO' of Monroe Global." Selah’s lips curved into a cool, calculated smile. She thought back to Camila West’s condescending sneer, dismissing her as "event staff" who didn't belong in their league. The irony was exquisite. The very empire the Knights and Wests were trying to build was entirely dependent on the technology she had created in

"We just ripped you out of a murder lab. And your question is about shoes?" "I feel like that's a reasonable question." She pinches the bridge of her nose. Joaquin laughs. Despite everything, I smile. "Also—this beach." I gesture around us. "It's weird." Kat rolls her eyes. "It's a pocket reality." My brows rise. "A what?" "A dream stitched into the real world." She says it like it's the most obvious thing imaginable. "You're untraceable here." I look to Joaquin. He nods. "She's telling the truth."

"Then tell us everything. How do we differentiate between the realities? How do we find you... the other you?" The room grew colder as Selene began to recount the Council's dark experiments, detailing how they had played with the fabric of reality, creating rifts and fusions. "To differentiate between realities," she began, "you need to be observant. There are subtle differences, markers that indicate which reality you’re in." Suddenly, a cacophony of whispers echoed through the chamber. The very walls seemed to be muttering, an unsettling reminder of the unstable reality around us.