Summoned To A Parallel Fantasy World Many Times Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Please tell me I am dreaming.” “N…” Dorthy’s hand came up in Journee’s face before anything else could be said. “Did you see all that too?” She paced the room. “No wait…I must be going crazy. Or maybe I already am! This is all your fault, Jo. YOUR FAULT! If you didn’t tell me all those weird stories, I wouldn’t have had these…” “DOE!” Journee yelled to get Dorthy’s attention. “WHAT!?” “This is all real. You aren’t imagining things. It is the truth!” Journee shook Dorthy by the shoulders. “Don’t you get it? Parallel world. Spirits, Ghosts, Demons, you name it exist!”

It was as if the other was a part of our soul. I cared about each one of them but I just wished it wasn't so difficult to be away from them. How will we cope once we all go back to our own worlds? The thought of another version in this dimension was always at the back of my mind. That was a problem for another day. The others always turned to me for explanations of this parallel situation, I knew as much as them. This was a new discovery. I was learning while experiencing all it had to offer. "Too tight?" I asked after Cuore flinched.

"How silly you still are, Ezekiel. You despise me, that's alright, but I wonder if you really do have a heart." The place they were then was a vast, deep and mysterious forest named Anceps. There was a tiny fountain surrounded by rugged-top hills a mile away from them, its gentle but powerful sound of water falling could be heard clearly. So many creatures, so many undiscovered facts, so many myths were still hidden in that forest, they wouldn't even know if something was closely watching them. Moriah looked away from her. He hated it when she called him by his real name. Hadassah sighed subconsciously and smugly placed her lower body on the ground, but never taking her eyes off him. She unt

Chapter 1: Into the Woods "In the wilderness, my soul strums to the rhythm of uncured bliss." THIRD PERSON'S POV Blurry Vision of the place, that's the first thing she saw. She keeps on blinking her eyes until the vision was clear. At first, the darkness welcomes her and the eerie feeling of the surroundings. An eleven-year-old white-haired girl loses her way back home. The cold gush of the wind made her a little shiver, but she handles it well, due to her unique existence.

The fire hissed as I stepped into the circle, its heat licking at my skin yet refusing to burn. The world around me slowed, sounds muffled, as though the flames themselves had swallowed the chamber whole. My chest tightened, the shard pulsing against me like a second heart, its rhythm pulling me deeper into its will. For a moment, I could not tell if I was standing in the Council’s chamber or at the edge of another world.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the book. The moment the cover cracked open, a gust of wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the soft blue candles and plunging the room into darkness, save for the ethereal glow emanating from the pages. Words formed in the air, shimmering like liquid silver: “To awaken, you must see yourself as the blood sees you.” Evelyn blinked. The letters seemed to float, twisting in shapes she couldn’t comprehend. A warmth spread through her veins, and suddenly, the room shifted. She wasn’t in the chamber anymore. She was standing in the forest, the same forest that had called her name countless times before.

I murmur, needing some kind of sound in the deafening silence I flip through the pages aimlessly, noticing that the books are arranged based on category rather than alphabetical order, until my eyes snag on a list of names. ‘Journeys to the mirror world— A Memoir of Fernando D. Sigmond.’ What? My heart beats loud in my ears as I try to memorize the bookshelf number where the book is supposed to be. A lycan traveled to another world? Or did a human come to this world? Am I not the first person who was helped by a Sigmond?

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

Its faint glow seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of the danger it represented. I reached out, my fingers brushing against the box’s cold surface. The moment my skin made contact, a surge of energy shot through me, sharp and undeniable. My vision blurred, the world around me dissolving into darkness. When my sight returned, I wasn’t in the packhouse anymore. I stood in a desolate landscape, the ground cracked and lifeless. The air was thick with ash, and the sky glowed a sickly red. In the distance, a massive, jagged structure rose from the earth—a fortress carved from black stone, its spires reaching toward the heavens like claws.