The Day The Universe Changed Book Novels & Stories

He simply walked to us and offered his hand. Chapter 93 was finished. The war for the universe was over. The design was a void. And as the sun rose over the silent, healing city of Moscow, I realized that the "Far Side of Silence" wasn't a place at the edge of the galaxy. It was the beginning of a life that belonged to us.

Winter was nearly over when I received the last phone call from Finn. In my memory, he had always seemed a little unhinged and a bit off his mind at times. However, that day, he spoke with surprising clarity. “Ruth, is that you?” I sighed and said, “Finn, you’ve changed your number way too many times.” There was a long pause, followed by a bitter, quiet laugh on the other end. Neither of us said anything. There was just a dry, heavy silence.

Not 177 days. 24 hours until two hundred enhanced children were activated simultaneously. 24 hours until the world changed forever. 24 hours to save them all. Or lose everything.

The universe had changed. Not suddenly. Not violently. Quietly. Like the first rays of sunlight appearing after a long night. The stars felt different now. Brighter. Warmer. Alive in a way Lyra had never experienced before. The new dream was no longer struggling to survive. It was thriving. Across countless worlds, life was beginning. Civilizations took their first breaths. New stories unfolded beneath unfamiliar skies. And for the first time in ages, those stories belonged entirely to the future.

“Freedom is terrifying. Because for the first time, the future belongs to no one.” 🌌 The silver light slowly faded. The library disappeared. The shelves vanished. The books dissolved into countless fragments of light. 📖✨ For a brief moment, nobody understood where they were. Not the Mother. Not the Father. Not the Witness. Not even the Writer. ⸻ Everything around them had changed. ⸻ The endless universe was gone. ⸻ In its place stood something impossible.

“I won’t but if he’s from the past of that universe, I will warn him about all my mistakes.” Now I could see him like a book. We see his cover but we don’t know what’s in the pages. Today, I think I flipped on his cover and starts with the first page. Our conversation lengthened unexpectedly. We only talked about the parallel universe stuff and I feel like we can act as good friends. His face is neutral and I think I am getting used to it the more he talks. “Do you have plans tomorrow night?” I asked him while we are returning the books.

“You do understand you’re having lunch with the King and Queen of England, don’t you?” “In theory,” Evelyn replied absently, taking a sip of the hot liquid in her mug. Her silvery-gray eyes stared at it in her hand—another of her pink Federal glass ones, like the one Andrew refused to relinquish. “It’s all overwhelmingly surreal.” When she thought back over it, from the very second Andrew had urged her to keep her eyes on him—dangling nine stories above the unforgiving Manhattan pavement that had only seconds before ended his brother’s life with gravity-aided brutal force—it seemed the universe in its entirety had been turned on end and reordered. That she attributed to him.

com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time === Summary === After Noah's death, what greeted him was an AI system calling itself Black, offering him a job working for the World and Soul Management Bureau. He has to travel to many different worlds, taking over an identity of some unfortunate soon-to-be-dead dude, and live out the remainder of his new life there however he wanted. Easy-peasy! ...Right? ...Ok, sure, there are a few small kinks here and there... like terrorist attacks, murder plots, zombie apocalypses, and the like... but one should always look at the bright side!

I sigh and before I know what I'm doing, I say something that will change my life forever. "Fine. Meet me in the library after school. We'll sort something out then." The grin on his face at my words is the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life. "Look who's chained to someone else's world now." I huff a laugh at how just one simple extract can change someone's view, forever.

Above, the constellations shifted one last time, settling into a new pattern: a circle of seven small stars around one slightly brighter point, all linked by a faint golden halo. A reminder. The throne might never be empty. But now—and for as long as they could hold it— It was shared. The world had changed. Not loudly. Not violently. Not in the dramatic way legends tended to describe when everything resets after catastrophe. No—the change was subtle, like dawn arriving piece by piece instead of all at once.