Ten Thousand Worlds Novels & Stories

Thank you for staying with them through the dark moments - the murders, the conspiracies, the experiments, the coma - and celebrating with them during the beautiful moments. When I started writing "In His World," I wanted to tell a story about two broken people who found each other in the most unlikely circumstances and chose to build something real together. I wanted to explore what happens when a contract marriage becomes actual love, when desperation becomes hope, when strangers become soulmates. Elena and Adrian's story is about choice. They weren't destined to fall in love - they chose it. Every single day for twenty-three years, they woke up and chose each other. Through danger and pea

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The sanctuary grew still. The floating memories above them flickered. Ancient worlds appeared. Worlds they had already seen. Worlds that had fallen. Worlds consumed by darkness. Worlds erased. Then more appeared. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions. The images stretched endlessly. A vast graveyard of forgotten civilizations. The scale was horrifying. Orion pointed toward them. "The End doesn't destroy worlds immediately." The memories shifted. Showing civilizations thriving. Growing. Prospering. Then changing. Slowly. Subtly.

He felt a sore and sour taste in his mouth before realizing he had lost his ability to speak in that instant. "For this reason, I'll place a thousand year old curse on these worlds." Anukgo began, spreading his arms, his eyes closed and his voice going deeper… "neither world will be aware of the existence of the other, except for the witnesses here today. A thousand year barrier is put between these worlds until this genration is wiped and future worlds can live as one." With the conclusion of his words sprang forth an irresistible breeze that felt like it swept them off their feet but they would never be able to tell because they all went unconscious in that instant.

The first Alpha stepped forward sharply. "What cycle?" Silence. The creator's eye slowly widened. Then projections appeared across the sky. Millions of them. Entire worlds. Entire civilizations. Thousands upon thousands. Each one beginning the same way. Each one ending the same way. Creation. Growth. Conflict. Collapse. Reset. Again. And again. And again. The city watched in horror. The council soldiers stared upward. Unable to comprehend what they were seeing. The guardian whispered in disbelief. "How many?" The creator answered simply.

he added and bit his lip. He finally said the crux of the matter. Yes. Not only worlds can look the same, but the people living in these worlds, too, can look the same, despite the difference between their timelines. They thought. So, there might be another Hail in this world, another Blue… etc. "Well – " Hail muttered. They looked at him.

I ask, clueless to what he’s saying. "There’s a side to this world that’s hidden from humans, a side known only to them as myths and legends. This is the supernatural side." I look at Jason, wondering what the heck this guy drank this morning. "I know you think I'm crazy, but believe me, it's true. The supernatural world has four main factions." He looks over to me before continuing, "The Vampires, the Werewolves, the Witches, and lastly the cat shifters, known as Werecats."

What choice? The End pointed toward the sky. Your daughter has created infinite possibilities. Every possibility creates another world. Every world creates another future. And every future must eventually end. I frowned. That's how life works. No. The End shook her head. Not anymore. Why? Because your daughter has created worlds where death does not exist. I froze. What? The End looked toward the horizon. Worlds where people live forever. Worlds where nothing ever disappears. Worlds where pain has been removed.

WE ARE THE CITY THAT SURVIVED BOTH KNOWLEDGE OF LOSS AND THE TEMPTATION TO CALL OURSELVES A MISTAKE. Imani added one line herself: AND MY DAD MAKES TERRIBLE PANCAKES. The city stabilized. Nadiya laughed and cried. Entity One continued severance. 43% Continuance trembled. Thousands of worlds stabilized through self-authored continuity. Thousands more failed to respond. Dormant worlds. Nonverbal civilizations. Collective intelligences. Infant realities. Worlds with no governments. Worlds where people disagreed too deeply to write one declaration. Root stared at the list.

the old dragon wails as his soul was thoroughly search by the man. "There you are. What a tiny blue planet." Then the man vanished leaving behind another world in ruins. Ten days after the old dragon was defeated, the man arrived on his destination. This place was so little that its population only amounted to more than 7 billion people. This is like a tiny town in the immortal world. Peoples here have no cultivation whatsoever. They use mechanical tools instead and technology as their weapons. The man landed in delight.