When Worlds Collide Novel Novels & Stories

“Charlie… she’s talking about you and Carter.” I shook my head in disbelief, though my chest tightened painfully. “That doesn’t make sense,” I muttered. “I—I wouldn’t—” “You wouldn’t now,” Snow interrupted, her tone trembling but firm. “But she saw something that will happen, not what is.” Inside the other room, Beatrice continued, her voice growing shakier with every word. “The two powers collided—light against dark. And when they did… there was nothing left. Not the earth, not the sky, not life itself. The world was torn in two.”

The Jackals held their breath. ​The warehouse, the city, and the empire were all balanced on the edge of a single heartbeat. The "Proposal" was forgotten on the table. The "Vatican White" was a ghost. There was only the father, the lover, and the girl caught in the crossfire of a war that had no winners. ​"Goodbye, Roman," Arthur said, his voice cold and final. ​"Not today, Vulture," Roman replied.

I brushed off my thoughts and went scanning other books. But before I did, I look on my surroundings. There are a few students who were reading just like me. They are also wearing casual clothes for the meantime. No way, I'm going to stay here alone. Who knows ghosts or that shapeshifter might popped out here? I sighed out of relief and went back reading. "The History of our World," I read the title written in the ash gray book cover. This is the World of Tempest. It is once a dark turbulent, stormy continent everyone might see.

Once she puts back everything, Red locks the desk. No, there has to be some money somewhere. Even a few hundred will help pay the bills. Please please, let there be money. Red spends time looking for money but she finds no sign of her money. There wasn’t a cent, dollar, or buck to be seen in all the mess inside the office. Pissed, Red kicks over a lamp. The lamp falls to the ground and breaks. Fortunately, Red had the rationality to remove the plug, or else their non-insured office would surely burn to the ground.

I nodded my head and sat properly on my bed while Donald sat on my reading chair. I didn't even know when he walked in because I was in deep thoughts. I know he's gonna ask me about Chloe and everything I meant when I was talking to Chloe. How will he react when he finds out that I'm not from Earth? That I'm from another world? Are we still gonna get close or will he hate me? Geez, I don't want to even think of Donald hating me. "It's fine." I said at last. "So, are you gonna tell me what happened out there with that girl?" He asked after a brief silence between us.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

Three days until what? The worlds collide. Silence. Cassian stepped forward. What happens if they collide? Everything that survived the old universe... will be destroyed by the new one. I stared at her. There has to be a way. My mother nodded. There is. Hope returned to my chest. What? She looked directly at me. You. I almost laughed. Me? You destroyed the throne. Only you can rebuild what was lost. I shook my head. I don't have power anymore.

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.

I sighed and stood watching the rain. The season was quite confusing,the weather was bright just a moment ago. When I looked around,there was no sign of anything that could lead to another world,no gate,no awkward looking tree,nothing like in the books I've read about parallel worlds. But there had to be a door, a gateway in this forest that leads to my world. I soon got irked, there was no answer for me apart from the annoying rain! Deciding,I took shelter under a tree willing the rain to stop.