Saga Worlds Apart Novels & Stories

His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine. I have never been more afraid than I am at the moment. I tried to reason with him to reach the human inside the wolf, but he was too far gone. "Lyra," familiar voices call out. His brothers appeared from afar, and my vision was barely able to discern who was who. The pain in my wrist was growing as Sage dug his claws further into my wrist. "Sage!" One of them yelled. I'm not sure what happened, but the last thing that I saw was feeling a human hand pick me up after getting Sage off of me before I blacked out.

Two World The world was divided into two it was the world of human and the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is the name given to the world of the immortals. Ambrogio is divided into four territories and these are, 'Vlademort' territory of vampires, 'Wulf Mensis' territory of wolves, 'Deitas' kingdom of gods and goddesses, Maguš territory of witches or wizards. And the last is Orphan this is the kingdom under the earth.

The chaos was deafening. The very fabric of the multiverse rippled and shattered as the two worlds teetered on the edge of annihilation. Ryen and Alara stood at the epicenter of the fractured dimension, their own dark and light counterparts facing off in a desperate, almost primal clash of wills. The air shimmered with unstable energy, crackling with the sound of reality splintering apart. Every second brought them closer to oblivion.

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

I sighed. Being a human between two worlds is draining. It sometimes feels awesome to be able to travel back and forth between two worlds but iits aftereffects and not "to die for". That day when war ensued between Melanie and Sage in the kingdom, all the citizens of the kingdom believes they will be free from the clutches of Sage but I don't know why I don't feel that way.

The first door opened. Then the second. Then the third. Within seconds, the entire sky was covered with them. Thousands became millions. Millions became countless. Every doorway led to a different reality. A world of magic. A world of machines. A world where humans had wings. A world where dragons ruled. A world made entirely of water. A world where the dead walked among the living. And then a world that looked exactly like Sophia’s. Lucien stared at it. “How many worlds are there?”

Elara's chest tightened. “What are my options?” Ren raised his hand. The darkness split apart. Three paths appeared. The first was bright. The five worlds were peaceful. Everyone lived safely. No wars. No disasters. No suffering. The second was dark. The worlds were completely independent. No one could control them. But they were vulnerable. Wars could happen. People could die. Nothing was guaranteed. The third was empty. There were no worlds. No people. No creators. Nothing. Elara stared. “What is the third?”

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.

"Please...don't leave me." Michael heaved a sigh and closed his eyes, a tear plopped to the wooden floor as old memories came rushing back to his head. "Don't leave me, brother! Please don't leave me!" Little Sheila cried, wrapping her tiny hands around a 14-year-old Michael. The wind groaned angrily and swept away their hut made from leaves and woods, and left them standing alone in the middle of woods. Without mercy, little Sheila and Michael were swapped away by an hurricane wind, striving to survive from its force; but to no avail, it seperated the two siblings away from each other.

It gestured—or the code lines around its hands flared in a way that communicated the same. In the air between us, a ripple opened. Two branching streams of imagery unfolded like tangled holographic trees. On one side: the scenarios it had already shown. Corvin human and whole in some hospital room. Jax with his family. Maria is alive. My parents with my book. On the other: worlds. Endless worlds. A warped graveyard. A darker arena city. A carnival with sharper teeth. New environments I didn’t recognize yet—icy wastelands, burning towers, oceans full of reaching hands.