Tavern In Another Dimension Novels & Stories

Chapter Nine: The vault of Names The city began to unravel. A minister was found dead, eyes scorched, tongue blackened. The press hushed it, but whispers spread like sparks. An entire street near the docks vanished beneath a sinkhole, revealing stone ruins far older than Duskmoor itself inscribed with the same sigils as the Ember Shrine. Isabelle and Alexander followed the trail to the ruins. Beneath layers of collapsed brick, they discovered a chamber untouched by time. A vault. Its door opened only when Isabelle’s palm brushed it.

I screamed just as a large wall where Gertrude was caved in and crashed. That jolted him. "Quick, Freya, let's go." I swatted his arm that tried to pick me up. "Up, the letter. Take it. Up! Look." It was raining rocks now. He reached up and swiped it, and in one fell swoop, threw me over his shoulder and jumped, climbed and ran till we burst out in the—front gates of the castle? How? "The Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase," he explained as the gates to the castle raised up slowly on sensing our presence, "exist in another dimension."

Alistair studied October's face like he knew what she had in mind, but he got to explaining, anyway. "There are seven dimensions; dimension one is where demons and creatures of the dark reside. They are lesser beings. In that place, there is not. No trees or water. But they feed on people's soul to survive. Then the second dimension belongs to trolls, gnomes, giants, leprechauns-" "I hate that movie." October cut him off. He gave her a look. "What?" "Nothing." October leaned her head so that it was now on Alistair's chest.

The lady laughed at his foolish conclusions, and swayed the black fringes of hair that the wind blew to her face. "As if you'd cost that much. It's still me, tch. You've seen Anne alter her hair colour, it's no different." Her voice remain the same, and finally Tristan breathed a sigh of relief. "No different she says. You magic users are scary." Serina toon another steps towards the well-lighted gate where lies beyond a huge mansion that was long since converted into a lavish gambling establishment. She spoke once again, "It's a Clandestine Tavern, if you happen to bump into a familiar place, do not present yourself. Just ignore them and so will they."

"Silverclaw, open a small portal. Let them see." The dragon's magic flares, and a shimmering tear appears in the air beside us. Through it, we can see another realm. A wasteland of eternal fire, rivers of lava flowing between jagged black mountains. And creatures, things that look like nightmares given flesh, prowling the burning landscape. "That's the Demon Realm," I say quietly. "One of the less hostile dimensions. There are worse ones. Much worse." Neon stares at the portal, his face ashen. "You're telling me those things could come here? To Earth?"

Fantasy Vespera asked, her eyes gleaming. "A hostile takeover," Modern Vespera corrected. "Altair, can you open a portal to Dimension X-9?" "I... I think so," Altair stammered. "But it's unstable. You might get stuck there." "We won't be long," Mafia Vespera said, putting a fresh cigar in her mouth. "Just long enough to whack a tyrant." "Cyprian," Modern Vespera turned to her husband. Cyprian sighed. He stood up. He walked over to a hidden panel in the wall. He punched in a code.

The metal doors gleamed with an unnatural sheen, symbols etched into the surface shifting subtly as they approached. "How many floors are in this building?" Emma asked, eyeing the elevator with suspicion. The panel beside it contained no numbers, only strange glyphs that seemed to move when she tried to focus on them. Terra chuckled in response, the sound both musical and slightly menacing. "The numbers are infinite and if you are careless, you could get lost forever," the Succubus replied, running her gray fingers lovingly over the elevator's surface. "Grim Hotel exists in multiple dimensions simultaneously. What looks like a simple building from the outside contains worlds within worlds."

The tavern was called The Cracked Vial, a name that felt too on the nose for a place that smelled of stale hops, expensive perfume and the metallic tang of unwashed blades. It was a supernatural speakeasy tucked into the belly of a converted industrial basement in downtown Los Angeles,a city that had become a sprawling, neon lit graveyard for the veil between worlds. Here, in the flickering amber light of low-hanging lamps, the hierarchy of the old world didn’t matter. An assassin for the remaining Warlock syndicates could sit three stools down from a dryad looking for a tincture to soothe a smog choked spirit. It was neutral ground, but the kind of neutrality that felt like a thin sheet of

He had lost. "Nebulon," he said, pronouncing the name as if it were forbidden ground. "It is not a place in this world. It is a hidden spiritual dimension, a world behind the looking glass, where true cultivators who have transcended the mortal realm reside. A place where monsters like Brahma can live without having to restrain their power." The concept of another dimension was now officially revealed, expanding the story's scope far beyond anything Rayden had ever imagined. "And this diagram," the elder continued, pointing at the holographic projection, "Is a fragment of an ancient Spatial Map. A guide to open the gateway to that place."

“I’ve already told you about the mages. “The Aqua’s are underwater shifters. They live in an underwater city at the bottom of the ocean, and yes, they have mermaids and sirens as well. “The mystics are mysterious creatures. They appear really pale and always have white hair and pale eyes. No one really knows their powers, but no one messes with them either. “There is also a dimension called Spirits. As its name suggests, it is a dimension where all spirits go after the death of the body. There are several names for this dimension: heaven and paradise along with many others.” “So those are the ten dimensions and their supernatural population, this dimension included. The eleventh is Sanctium