Novel & Cerita Chaotic Realms

That would truly be terrifying. That would mean that the chaotic realm had somehow found a way into the dimension Wilbur was in. According to what Wilbur knew, the beings in the chaotic realm were far from good. That was a world where evil spirits and demons roamed free, a truly corrupted place that human beings of this world would never understand. If those evil beings were to break into this world, it would be in grave danger. The thoughts continued to plague Wilbur until the sun eventually rose.

He holds out his hand, looking me in the eye, “Want to see it then?” I hesitate before resting my hand in his. Before I can blink, the whole scenery changes. “Don’t let go of my hand,” Damien says, calmly. I squeeze his hand in fright as I find myself standing in the middle of what looks like a battlefield. Fighters are rushing past us. Blood is being splattered everywhere and I move closer to Damien, overwhelmed. “Three realms existed,” he murmurs as a blood soaked elf runs past us, stabbing a sword into a male’s back. “The demon realm, the realm of Others, and the human realm.”

But they weren’t always that way. Dead Worlds were worlds that served the stage for battles amongst the gods. These were worlds that were once thriving and brimming with life, but had been destroyed after constantly hosting the wars of powerful gods and Origin Artefacts. These were worlds that failed to survive during the Chaotic Era. One of these worlds was Alr. Alr was more desolate than any other world in the universe. There wasn’t a patch of grass or a well of water in the entire planet. It was the true definition of the word barren.

Erica floating undauntedly just in front of him. And then, she began her narration. "In the beginning, there was darkness. But after sacrifices of time, effort and energy, the universes were created. Man was gifted monsters, the powers to defeat them, and the subtle gift of intuition." She swiped the air like one would do when using a tablet or android, and a different reality appeared. No longer one of pitch-black darkness, but one of something that looked even worse. Blood, pain, hunger and torment. The light was too dim to fully uncover this reality's details but it was audible enough to give your goosebumps, goosebumps. “The creators deemed it fit to try and correct what they felt was a

Albian replied, “This is Pax. A peaceful realm very few have ever witnessed. You are the only reason we are here. It was the power in you that led us here, and the power in you that allowed us entry.” “I don't understand. If you could never get here, how do you know it was me and some kind of power I possess.” He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.”

"And there it is. The spell that can trap a god in a realm. Our father was kind he let us go between realm's but after Rizor did what he did he gave Kamaria this book and split all of his power into beings that could go between the realm of light and night." She hands me the book and I look over the spell. It's also written in gold ink and looks complicated enough. After a while, I check the time on my watch, and it's eleven thirty pm. "Crap time got away from me," I say standing up and handing the book back to Kyra. "And where are you rushing off too?" Kyra asks. "To make the jump," I say and she shakes her head in disapproval. "As soon as you enter the dream realm. Rizor will find you," sh

she muttered to herself and then felt a pang of anxiety and sadness about her cousin's fate again. Cassandra leaned over the side of the boat and listened, too tired and befuddled to think or speak, the earth-dweller told her about the Chaotic Zones. How they blossomed suddenly when the deep core magic found its way to the surface of the World Beyond, bursting through faults to form Whirlpools of Chaos. How the Chaos spread in all directions from a whirlpool, which glowed in a multitude of harsh colorful light, and how it receded every so often only to burst forth again and flood the area anew. Sometimes, the Whirlpools left something strange and beautiful, precious gems and gold and rare po

Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

The other realms were listed as Dregok, Trokuron, Gerthrikoth, Kozzonnuth, Dallmaroth, Arthrik, Kolrerin, Jer’orith, Mazgaxel, Rarkun, and Orthraluth. Each of the realms are ran by one single noble family. Only demons can create a portal between the realms. However, not one demon can travel between realms without a passport with the noble family’s permission. The only demons allowed to travel without any passport of permission are the noble families themselves. These families carry a specific identification on their person.

"We can't lead them to her. Not yet. We need to get lost. We need to go where not even the Watchers tread." His eyes locked onto a fragment within the rift that showed not a place, but a concept—a roiling, chaotic nebula of raw, unformed potential, where colors had no names and physics was a suggestion. "The Unwritten Realms," I whispered, a thrill of terror and awe shooting through me. "Where stories are born and laws go to die," Kairi confirmed, a fierce, reckless grin touching his lips. It was the grin of the man who had once tried to outsmart a god. "They log reality. They can't log what hasn't been decided yet."