The Never Tilting World Novels & Stories

Chad stood near the front, craning his neck to see what was happening inside. I stood there, watching the four of them with zero emotion. Then I noticed something weird—bright red numbers floating above their heads. At first, I thought my eyes were messing with me. I blinked hard, but nope, the numbers were still there, sharper now, hovering like neon signs. Curious, I stepped closer. Beneath each number was this little line of text: The lower the regret value, the weaker the familial bond. I glanced around the room. Everyone had numbers. The people crying the hardest had regret values between 90% and 100%.

They only wanted a sacrifice to make Rachel’s life better. Now that Rachel was getting her just desserts, they wanted me to forgive her? How ridiculous. I pulled my hand back and smirked at them. “I told you, our ties were severed from the moment you disowned me. Don’t bother trying to emotionally blackmail me— You’re not worthy.” They turned pale. I looked at their expressions of despair and felt nothing but irony. In the end, Rachel lost her mind. Jason was permanently paralyzed. The Gordons lost everything. Everyone got what they deserved, and the dust settled.

I stumbled. The world tilted. I fell.

“I don’t blame you. It’s only natural for kids of our age to believe that only heroes can fight against evil. But I’m done with believing those bluffs. I’ve moved on. Up until now we’ve been living in a mirage created by mom where we could see that the world is a peaceful and beautiful place. But the reality speaks differently. You know what I believe.......? At that time I couldn’t recognize my little brother. He used to be a noble, simple minded and an angel but this was the time when he turned into a complex, twisted minded devil. He said, “ To annihilate the evils, you have to be…..THE DEVIL…..”

"Guess never.” “This wolf is very rare, and fortunately, it chose our prince. It is full white like snow and has an enormous power that could destroy planets. Isn’t that exciting??” “Emm…” She pulled Noelle into the middle of the dance floor as the music blared. Lights flashed and a smoke filled the area with weird-smelling fog. They twirled and laughed as some friends and a few of the other kids joined them. The music cut out suddenly and the lights turned on mid song.

Like, who the hell falls down in slow motion and dares to go against the laws of gravity and acceleration? But not until that incident, not until Basil turned into a prince charming, a knight in shining armor, and saved me from the impending catastrophe. It was so unreal, so tacky, so cringe. We stared into each other's eyes, lost in infinity, in a timeless timeline. The wind didn't even help matters. A soft breeze began to blow, making his short hair to float beautifully, and even as he blinked, his eyelashes fluttered together with the breeze. And then, just then, I heard a song. It was a Celine Dion's song. A New Day. I had not heard the song in ages, not since highschool, but suddenly I

Mike installed his power decoys on the rooftops while Bridget coordinated movement through an earpiece, guiding them like a commander. “James, left side clear. Clara, stay behind Mike. Don’t touch anything shiny—it might explode.” “It will NOT explode,” Mike muttered. James smirked. “His inventions always explode.” “I heard that!” Clara managed a small laugh. Then her pendant warmed. Not softly. Violently. “Mike…” she whispered. “They’re coming.” A swirling darkness formed at the far end of the street. The same three shadow villains stepped through the portal, their smoky bodies rippling like liquid night.

Now that I thought about it, I found it hilariously ironic. Oscar averted his eyes and hung his head, and he saw the pitiful and accusing look in my eyes. So, Oscar was a person who avoided taking responsibility for his words and refused to be held accountable for anything. I had been blind this whole time, falling in love with a person who didn't deserve to be loved. Seeing that I still refused to budge, Evie grabbed Oscar's arm and glared at him to say something. It was only then that Oscar spoke. "Aurora. Give up the Moon Diamond."

Elvira snapped impatiently and hung up with a bang. "It's real! The bomb is real! Elvira, don't hang up! Don't hang up! Elvira! El–" The timer hit zero, and a deafening explosion tore through my body before I could even react. The bomb on Whitney detonated in an instant. Shockwaves rippled through my vision as I screamed, "No!" The next second, I was sent flying by a tremendous force. The world around me fell instantly silent. I drifted in an endless darkness, dizzy and disoriented, for what felt like an eternity.

​The Andromeda Slipstream didn't just carry the Unified Fleet across the parsecs; it acted as a sensory deprivation tank. Inside the Respiration’s living hull, the "Song of the Still-World"—the new verse gifted by the liberated Silent-Caste—vibrated like a cold, silver needle. It was a frequency of Persistence, a low-end hum that felt like the groaning of tectonic plates.