The Never Realm Novels & Stories

Somewhere Deep in Another Realm Narrator’s Point of View The other realm was a place where shadows lived, and darkness thrived. The air was heavy, thick with an unnatural energy that prickled against the skin like static, raising the fine hairs on the back of the neck. The sky above was a swirling vortex of crimson and black, a chaotic dance of colors that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. There were no stars, no moon, only the faint, eerie glow of a fiery rift that split the heavens, casting a sickly, flickering light over the desolate landscape below.

CHAPTER 120: The Realm In-between Third person’s POV: Pyra stood motionless with widened eyes as she took in her surroundings. Before her stretched a boundary unlike anything she’d ever seen before—a vast, shimmering expanse of mist that pulsated like it had a life of its own. It was neither dark nor was it entirely bright, and right there Pyra knew she was no longer in her realm. This was the realm between life and death. The entire atmosphere was heavy with faint whispers and cries that came from everywhere and nowhere, as if tugging at the edges of her sanity.

Something a shifter learns when they are young to ignore, mostly. Ignoring everything around her, Yolanda began the arming of the device in a section of young trees. They’d checked their location several times. The lands of the Dream Realm reflected that of the other realm, but it was a mishmash of what the land looked like at different times. With buildings long gone in their reality, still existed within the Dream Realm, and that included the trees and lands. But one thing never appeared here. There were no insects or birds. But nightmare-type creatures hunted each other, and those that visited the Dream Realm.

He was drowning in debt. Paparazzi snapped him and Coraline moving back into their old place. Everyone who once worshipped him? Gone. Then came the fight. Vivian fell down the stairs—lost the baby. *** Later, Nathan brought me to the basement. I didn't get it at first. Until I saw her. Vivian. Tied up. Kneeling. He was giving me the final say. My revenge.

Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

Even Nya had whispered before disappearing again, “You won’t come back the same.” But some doors can’t be opened by the company. She reached for the flame with both hands. “Take me deeper,” she whispered. “Let me see what still binds me.” The fire rose to meet her touch—no heat. No burn. Just memory. And then— Silence. And darkness. The Soul Realm She stood barefoot on obsidian glass. Above her, stars. Below her, the same. It was not sky, not land—but infinite reflection—a realm where truth became visible only through fire’s eyes.

She said and I nodded. Funny how we did not line up to get in. All Tam had to do was to flash a smile at the frowning bouncer and his face softened to a smile too and allowed it in. I could hear the grumble of people who were on the line but there was nothing they could do about it. "What was that?" "Connection." She shouted over the music that suddenly overwhelmed us as we entered the main area. I stood still to look around, and damn, this war money. This place was screaming classy and money. Was a club supposed to be like that? I thought it was supposed to be all about sweaty bodies and alcohol.

“Oh, that’s ugly. Please let me burn that.” Nihareth tilted his head, watching them assemble. “Fitting. The broken sons and daughters of a dead age.” “Dead?” Elias said slowly, stepping forward. “You don’t know what death is yet.” “Don’t give him time to monologue,” Dorian muttered. “He loves monologuing.” Kai cracked his neck. “Can I kill something now?” Amaria raised her staff and scanned the field. “No mortal terrain anymore. We're in the fracture between realms. Anything goes.”

“We can’t stay.” “No,” Sarai said weakly, gripping his wrist. “If we move too soon, they’ll follow.” The baby pulsed sharply. Not fear. Decision. Sarai sucked in a breath as knowledge slammed into her mind—coordinates, pathways, a place that existed between Hell and Earth but belonged to neither. “Aunt Dee,” Sarai whispered. “The lost realm.” Dee’s eyes widened. “That place is erased from maps and memory.” “Not from blood,” Sarai said.

According to Valeur, who was historically proven to be an honest man, one of their children was able to escape from Valeur's games. Phuture's logical conclusion was that one of her oldest escaped to discover their whereabouts, but she was unsure if anyone would be able to locate her without help. The Realm was a separate world for meetings, negotiations, and conversation. Unlike True Domain and Protective Domain, The Realm was not specialized for direct combat. Therefore, even if they wanted to fight against their enemy, it would take an effort of swapping realms to engage in battle.