War Of Worlds Novel Novels & Stories

Winnie said, her hand finding mine. ​The long winter was not over. The threat of the Clockwork Prophets was just the first echo of a world that had been broken by the Black Star. But as I looked at the Obsidian Tree, I saw a single, new needle growing from a branch. It wasn’t gold, and it wasn’t silver. ​It was a shimmering, diamond-white. ​We had saved the world, but in doing so, we had created something entirely new. And as the sun finally began to peek over the eastern horizon, I realized that the real war, the war to define what this new world would become was only just beginning.

Sitting around Bryden's desk, my mom began the story of the Prophecy. “Over five hundred years ago there was a great prophet known to all three worlds. One night as he slept he had a strong vision of a war between the worlds. The cause of the war started by the greed of an evil dark king, the prophet saw darkness grow inside this king, and the darkness began poisoning the world he ruled. It began to grow dark with evil and poison across the world.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

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?”

"That's why you're taking the new worlds." Eryon looked at me. "They don't belong to you." "I never said they did." "You opened doors." His golden and violet eyes glowed. "And now possibilities are being born without balance." A world flickered behind him. "Some choose peace." Another. "Some choose war." Another. "Some choose kindness." Then... A world covered in darkness appeared. "And some choose suffering." I looked toward Aria's world. The girl stood among her rebuilding city. Still alive. Still choosing.

A flood of images she could not understand. Worlds. Endless worlds. Civilizations older than galaxies. Beings made of thought and light. Creatures capable of shaping existence with a single decision. And among them— War. A terrible war. One so vast that entire realities had burned. Emma dropped to one knee. A scream tore from her throat. The memories wouldn't stop. The Creator rushed toward her. "Emma!" The moment she touched her— A shockwave exploded outward. The Creator was thrown backward. The Observer retreated another step.

The creature was enraged, for it did not have any choice, it was either if it died or it succeeds in usurping the creator of the world. "The newly created world was suddenly engulfed in a war. A war which is participated by only two beings, a dying god and a blossoming one. The world was torn asunder, the blossoming god watched as its creation was slowly being destroyed by the war as the dying god became even more crazed as more time passed." The space tore as the war of two godly beings ragged on. The newly born world is desecrated and beyond repair.

James, however, said nonchalantly, “It’s only a matter of time before we fight a war against the Dark World, no? Every now and then, the Dark World will launch a Dark Strife and cause innumerable losses and massive casualties on our side. The twelve universes and the Dark World have bad blood between us. So isn't war only a matter of time?” James’ question made the others fall silent. After some time, Kallinikos said, “You are right. The twelve universes and the Dark World are two fundamentally opposing sides. However, even if we consolidate the strength of the new universe, we won’t stand a chance against the Dark World. Launching a war haphazardly will only diminish the overall strength of

“And then the heavens responded. They brought out an army of envoys as the sky split open. People were stunned. This was the first time the heavens themselves responded. Armies of hundreds of thousands appeared, enough to make the strongest of that era cower in fear. However, that man had no fear. Only rage. Rage so deep it made the envoys shudder. There was something he knew that no one else knew about the so-called heavens and their laws. Soon both armies clashed, and the destruction was cataclysmic.” Yamato folded his arms and nodded grimly. “He is right, you know. The current realm, or Earth, is only a fraction of what the world was before the war. There were realms we could travel to, w

They are all Eleven in numbers but when a meeting was to be held, the two main leaders will Join the eleven elders to make a total of thirteen elders. Back to the different types of world. There are eight worlds in the whole Galaxy. The Vampdragon world, The Dwarf world, The beast world, The Human world, The Alien world, The Virus world, The Demon world, and the werewolf world. Those in the Vampdragon world are the only species known to leave their world at will without any problem, the other worlds don't have such access, as they lack in technology and other advanced equipment that would help in teleporting from their world.