Rebuild World Novels & Stories

I was going to hug her till we both feel alright when I heard my phone ringing. "Shit!" I silently cussed on seeing the caller's ID but there was no way I would ignore the call else something terrible might happen so I picked the call anyway. "What took you so long" the person said in a calm way that also showed anger. "I'm sorry" I apologized. Never in my life did I think I would apologize this way, even when I was alone in Brazil and they brought up their threats I never said sorry neither was I freaked out but this time it involves my Bella and I don't want anything bad to happen to her. I would have to take care of these people once Bella leaves Brazil but in the main time she can't leav

At the morning light on everything. “Is it safe now,” she said. I thought about the honest answer. About seven packs without the Ancient Lycan’s machinery grinding through them. About Redmoon dissolved and the binding gone and six packs waking up to governance that was genuinely their own again. About Evergreen with its gate flags being corrected and its Alpha in its throne room and the woman who had pressed a button behind a statue gone from it. About everything that still needed building. About everything that could be built now. “Yes,” I said.

“Or do something, anything! I’m here and can’t get out, and the longer I do nothing, the sooner I drown out there in the real world because that damned woman is holding me down! Clearly I’m here for a reason. So I’m ready! Show me!” What had she been expecting, she wondered as the earth began to rumble and her heart dropped. She staggered, falling to the side as the world warped around her, twisting one way and the other like someone disturbing the formerly calm surface of a pond by stirring it fast and hard with a reed. Or the surface of tar, more like, thick and terrible and sickening…

He stares at Liora, then at me, entirely paralyzed as his Beta brain tries to process the sheer, catastrophic scale of what we are suggesting. "Rebuild... Shadow Ridge," Dax repeats, his voice entirely hollow. "You want to rebuild the largest packhouse on the continent. From the ashes. While funding a sanctuary pack." "Yes," Liora beams. Kael lets out a sharp, delighted bark of laughter from the sofa. "Oh, this is rich. He’s going to short-circuit. Look at his eye twitching." It actually is twitching.

Bailey stood there hesitating silently. "Maddie’s been sent back. Her system malfunctioned. The manufacturer said her emotional module overloaded, so she was returned for repairs." Sent back. The words echoed through my mind without settling anywhere. The AI sister who had infiltrated our home when I was fourteen—the one who took over my room, my place, and my entire existence—had simply been returned. She had been sent back, treated as nothing more than a flawed commodity returned to its maker in a shipping crate. Bailey slowly walked to my bedside with leaden strides. After standing there for several seconds, he suddenly crouched down and buried his face in his hands.

“Okay...?“ I drawled, not getting where this talk was leading us to. “Don't you get it?“ “As a matter of fact, I don't.“ “You could go as my replacement!“ she squealed delightedly. I was too shocked at the news that I just watched her with my mouth hanging open. She noticed my shocked state and her brows furrowed. “What's wrong?“ I scoffed out a bitter laugh. “Nothing. It's just...life is really unfair. I wanna go to Greygott to prove our world to them but it's sad and pathetic that the only means I can go is through being a maid.“ “What's wrong with that?“ “Everything. Being a maid to one of them is like selling my dignity and pride. They're gonna trample on me as much as they want because

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

The question wasn't how they would survive; the question was what kind of world they were about to build, and who would be left to inhabit it once they were done. Pim took a deep breath, the neon light of the city washing over her face, turning her eyes into mirrors of the digital void. "Walk faster, Chalida. We have a world to update." They turned the corner and vanished, leaving behind only the ghost of their presence, and a city that was about to wake up to a reality that no longer obeyed the old laws of men. The screen in Pim’s pocket glowed once more, a single, ominous command appearing in the dark: Version 2.0 Initiated.

Some systems had already developed local law. One domain replied: WE HAVE BEEN RECONSTRUCTED THREE TIMES. PLEASE STOP CALLING THE PREVIOUS VERSION ORIGINAL. Silence. Elias whispered: “Good point.” Another: OUR SOURCE WORLD CHOSE DELETION 400 YEARS AGO. WE DO NOT CONSENT TO RESTORATION. Another: WE ARE THE ONLY SURVIVORS OF OUR SOURCE CIVILIZATION. DO NOT PAUSE. Another: CURRENT POPULATION 9.1B. RECONSTRUCTION WILL OVERWRITE 8.7B. PAUSE NOW.

Lyra exhaled slowly. “So there’s more.” “Yes.” Darius crossed his arms. “And now we have no structure to defend against it.” Kairos stepped forward. “Not yet.” All eyes turned to him. “What do you mean?” Seren asked. He looked at me. Then at the others. “We didn’t lose the system,” he said. “We removed the version that could be taken.” The realization hit slowly. Then all at once. “We can rebuild it,” Lyra said. “Differently,” Kairos added.