World Political Review Novels & Stories

The intent is not. Extinction probability hovers at 15.2%. Stable. For now. But political volatility metrics are climbing. And politics, unlike tectonic plates, move fast. Three days after the Coalition visit, the invitation arrives. Not a summons. An invitation. International Crisis Coalition Summit. Closed session. Neutral territory. “Observer status only,” the message reads. Matteo snorts when he reads it. “There is no such thing as observer status in geopolitics.” Aidan stares at the screen for a long time.

Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers. Now that I think of it, I might as well read about the other worlds after my daily training which I haven’t done today. They can be learned in class, but I am advance. After all, I have three personal learned Sirs. The sound of my footsteps echoed in the shiny hallway of the imperial palace, giving life to its sullen silence. Taking my way through my room, an ominous atmosphere notched to get in my bones. “Do we have a visitor today?” I asked the servants stationed on my chamber, standing from the sides of my door.