W Two Worlds Novels & Stories

There was no place for unforgiveness. “Do you think the political mayhem triggered the economic breakdown that resulted in the war?” Napoleon asked. “You better ask Isaac about it. Your brother knew everything even before I told you.” “So, Isaac told you about this? And he never even confided in me.” “Isaac shared his knowledge in chaos theory twice.” “A physics concept paired with world war 3?” “He predicted the New World Order in less than six months, and now it is happening." "My brother thinks about the New World Order. What is Harvard teaching my younger brother? Are they nuts?"

The chaos was deafening. The very fabric of the multiverse rippled and shattered as the two worlds teetered on the edge of annihilation. Ryen and Alara stood at the epicenter of the fractured dimension, their own dark and light counterparts facing off in a desperate, almost primal clash of wills. The air shimmered with unstable energy, crackling with the sound of reality splintering apart. Every second brought them closer to oblivion.

That silence alone felt bad. Very bad. I leaned back tiredly against the chair. “I’m guessing this is another secret everyone knows except me.” Lyra’s eyes softened slightly. “The barrier between worlds has weakened for years.” Trevor raised his hand immediately. “I have a question.” Nobody stopped him. “What exactly counts as another world?” Darius rubbed his forehead tiredly. “Trevor…” “No seriously. Because if demons suddenly exist too, I’m retiring.” For some reason, I laughed. A small laugh.

On the cupboard, Nick and Rachel kept smiling, frame angled a hair further toward the mantel as if memory itself wanted a better view of the war. They muscled the boxes to the ute. On the ridge road, Gabe stole a last look at the reef. The slick circle out beyond convulsed and collapsed. Phosphorescence pulsed where the temple slept—a gate beating like a heart. Far along the blue line south, something vast cut toward Sydney. The newspaper lay open on the dash, that bad still of a city’s worst night: werewolves on taxis, winged shapes over the Quay, a blade of light on the steps.

"What was that you were talking about? Divorce agreement?" Gwyneth didn't expect Asher to overhear. She clutched her phone and hurriedly made up an excuse, saying, "I was talking to a friend. She's been wanting a divorce these days." Asher didn't give it much thought. He didn't think Gwyneth would ever leave him, and he didn't even consider that the friend she mentioned was actually her. Instead, he pulled out his phone and showed her pictures of the villas. "I've got two villas abroad—the bigger one for us to live in and the smaller one for Liana. I only put her name on the deeds for both villas.

Only the wizards were able to roam between worlds, because that was how each of the races' territories were known. I had never been out of Lycanthropy, so I had never really gotten to think about the rest of the world when we werewolves had our own problems and issues. “We have ties to all worlds,” Jhosep said with amusement. “We're not producers of everything we need, so we made that deal for mutual benefit. I understand that, in the East, where most of the technological improvements come from, they also have deals with humans.” “Do they all have deals?” I asked, confused.

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."

"*The Wolf Between Worlds must face the Trial of Two Bloods. She must choose which nature governs not by suppressing the other but by finding the unity that transcends both. If she fails the trial, both worlds fracture beyond healing. If she succeeds—*" Elyra paused here. A single pause, brief and heavy, and Luna heard everything in it. The weight of the conditional. The specific terror of an if that carried entire worlds on either side of it. "*If she succeeds, the age of separation ends. The Gate dissolves. The two peoples become one. And the world that was broken at the moment of the sealing is made whole.*"

I looked behind and feared the guards might catch up with me anytime soon. What do I do?? My heart raced heavily as I stared at the portal in front of me. That was the boundary between Marazona and a different planet - a different world. I didn't even know where it'd take me. Going to another planet would cost me my powers. I'd lose all my powers and there's only a 50% chance of me getting it back. But if I stay here, I'd definitely be found and killed. What do I do? "Search everywhere!!" I heard a loud scream and my eyes dimmed.

machines retreating and then at the wolf-queen who had taken the poison for him. "You're... you're bleeding," he said, his voice trembling. "I told you," I whispered, coughing up a fine, silver-dusted blood. "I'm Human." I looked at the horizon. The "Clean-Zones" were rising. The walls were being built. The 184th Chapter was the end of the "World of One." It was the beginning of the World of Two. "The North is no longer a place," I said to the crowd, my voice carrying the weight of the New Cycle. "And the West is no longer a cage. We are a Species in Transition. And the only way we survive... is if we stop being Others."