Un Mundo Idal Novels & Stories

Would the Mothers be able to continue with their way of life now that the rest of the world could easily find out all of the rumors were true and then some? The cause was an idea--an ideology. It was a picturesque utopia where the world would become a better place through her efforts if she did her best to fight for them. Adam wasn’t some thought in her head. He was real. His existence didn’t depend on the agreement of thousands of people or the brute force of those wishing to change the status quo. Why would she care more about something that might never be than a person that was? Someone who cared deeply about her?

Elara's chest tightened. “What are my options?” Ren raised his hand. The darkness split apart. Three paths appeared. The first was bright. The five worlds were peaceful. Everyone lived safely. No wars. No disasters. No suffering. The second was dark. The worlds were completely independent. No one could control them. But they were vulnerable. Wars could happen. People could die. Nothing was guaranteed. The third was empty. There were no worlds. No people. No creators. Nothing. Elara stared. “What is the third?”

“I know.” His expression darkened. “And that's why it had to end.” Emily shook her head. “Why?” “Because perfection doesn't change.” The wolf growled. Kael flinched. Emily stepped closer to him. “Keep talking.” Kael nodded. “The First World had no death. No disease. No war. No pain. No fear. Every soul existed exactly as it was meant to exist. Nothing was lost. Nothing was forgotten.” Emily looked toward the wolf. “And that creature?”

"You bring up an excellent point. I am the ruler of the human world. I need to return to it." Ithel gave a broad smile. "I will gladly return with you. Elves can shapeshift and so I can appear to look like Devrim. It is easily done. I actually would like a chance to learn from your human libraries." The excitement was evident in his eyes. 'This is not working at all,' Aurora thought, dismayed. "What would you say if I told you I was in love with someone else?" "You can love anyone you like," Ithel said, not understanding her meaning.

A new symbol appeared beneath them. A closed circle. Aria stared. "What does it mean?" "Everything." The alternate Aria stepped forward. "I didn't choose control." She looked around. "I chose perfection." THE PERFECT WORLD The alternate Aria snapped her fingers. Everything changed. The broken buildings repaired themselves. The sky became blue. The dead planets became alive. Everyone appeared in perfect health. Aria's mother appeared. Her father. People they had lost. Everyone was smiling. Ava stared. "This is..."

I just gaze at him, my teeth prattling automatically as the virus clears in like the snow upon the foundations of the circle, each crystalized piece of water vacillating to its demise in the dim valleys. "At the point when the genuine God made this world, he made me also. He made many workers, constructed this enormous palace, and gave me allies to direct me as I drove this realm. From the outset, there were no difficulties. Our property thrived, supplements rich with feelings trickling from the treetops and Spirits skipping among the green fields. Everybody could involve sensations of delight and bliss as appropriate food. No need to leave... or on the other hand, needed to leave.'

It might even be a disastrous war that could destroy the entire planet! As Javier would call it, building a utopia was like having a bunch of fools playing along with a madman. If the madman won, he’d become the sole ruler of the world. If he lost, the entire world would be gone. The only right thing to do against someone like that was remove them from existence entirely.

Possible means he can do it. Possible means Aidan didn’t reject illusion. He rejected an achievable outcome. “What was the cost?” Matteo asks carefully. Aidan doesn’t answer immediately. “Uniformity,” he says finally. “In what sense?” I ask. “In everything.” No war. No hunger. No death from chaos. But No unpredictability. No divergence. No radical difference. A world smoothed into compliance. “It would’ve worked,” Aidan whispers. “Yes,” Matteo agrees quietly. “That’s why it’s dangerous.”

"What guy in the world would ever be satisfied with only one woman?" Kieran stood behind Gwyneth, his expression serious. "I'll make Wyn happy. Marrying her is the best thing that's ever happened to me. "Liana, the men you've met are all the same—they only want to satisfy themselves. Once you get what a soulmate is, you'll see what you've been missing." He paused, letting out a chuckle. "Then again, you might never get what a soulmate is." Gwyneth looked at Kieran. He wasn't usually a talker but had spoken so much today just for her.

Her fingers tightened around his sleeve. For once, Adrian didn't pull away. For once, he looked just as shaken as she felt. Then another pulse rolled across the sky. The golden crack overhead widened. Not by inches. Not by feet. By miles. The entire world seemed to groan. Like a prison door finally beginning to break. And suddenly— everyone saw it. A vision. A glimpse. Another world. Floating islands. Golden oceans. Cities suspended in endless skies. Massive structures stretching beyond the horizon. A place so beautiful it hurt to look at.