1 Second After Novels & Stories

It was rumored that it was the place where true mates during ancient times would travel to together. As for my wolf, I knew she hadn't disappeared or been sealed away. She was just temporarily in a deep sleep. I continued to study and do experiments, and my days were mundane and uneventful. However, occasionally during experiments, I would feel a sudden pain in my chest. Tears would slide down my cheeks and drip off my chin. I shook my head briskly and continued working. Since I had forgotten it all, it didn't matter. … 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly.

Specially Felix who was already sweating in front of his teacher. Felix turned his head around slowly. And Ms. Ann glance at the guard who shouted in a slow motion. Felix saw him walking straight to his direction. The look of the guard was very mad and because of fear Felix went quickly at the back of Ms. Ann and hide in.

Stephanie immediately walked over "What?" and the technician swallowed then turned the screen toward them. "All the cameras went offline.".Stephanie frowned. "For how long?" The man zoomed in and his face looked pale now. "Thirty-one seconds." And suddenly, the room fell silent. Just thirty-one seconds…not thirty minutes and not ten minutes. Just enough time, just enough time for somebody to enter and just enough time for somebody to leave…just enough time to stand beside Seraphina's bed and place a flower on her nightstand.

Set the timer for three minutes that feel like three hours. Please, I pray to whatever force in the universe decides these things. Please let this work. Please let my body do this one thing right. Please don't let me have survived surgery just to fail at the one thing I survived for. Two minutes pass. The test is still blank. One minute left. Still nothing. Thirty seconds. The control line appears. The test is working. Fifteen seconds. Still just one line. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. One line.

I looked back at the second phone. At the gap. At the messages around it. Then— I noticed something else. Not in the words. In the timing. Before the gap. Messages came instantly. After the gap. There was a slight delay. Not much. But enough. Like something had changed. Or slowed. “Not a break…” I whispered. “A disruption.” My fingers moved quickly now, scrolling up and down. Comparing. Checking. Confirming. It was real. The system lost control for a moment.

The silence of our victory lasted exactly six seconds. It was a beautiful six seconds. The scent of the grey grass was sweet and earthy, a primordial perfume that smelled like the very first morning of time. Silas’s hand was warm in mine, and for a heartbeat, I allowed myself to believe that the weight of the multiverse had finally been lifted from my shoulders. Then, the grass began to scream.

Then I begin to watch the camera. Every security system has a compression moment—a fraction of a second when data packets are bundled and transmitted to the main server. I study the red indicator light. Twelve seconds between each micro-flicker. That stutter lasts less than a tenth of a second. That is my window. A tenth of a second is an eternity when your blood is laced with the Moore legacy.

“Beats me! It could be a trick of the eye. There’s no way something as outrageous as this can happen.” The area began to echo with the sound of shock and most of them had their jaws dropped to the ground. Fane really did it—he really lit up the fifth light by a far margin. They were quietly counting the seconds in their mind. “One second, two seconds… eight seconds. It’s still lit up! Nine seconds!”

"She's... timing it?" "She’s anticipating the reset," Liam said, his voice quiet, his eyes never leaving the flash of gold and amber moving through the dark. Down in the canyon, Anna was breathing heavily, the freezing air burning her lungs. But her mind was perfectly clear. Pillar four has a three-quarter second delay because of the weight distribution. Pillar five closes concurrently with pillar one.

The gold in his eyes had been the only part of him that had not gotten the message in time. "You feel it too," he said. It was not a question. And for exactly eleven seconds, I believed that was enough. Eleven seconds is not a long time. It is long enough to memorize the specific shade of gold at the edge of someone's eyes. Long enough to feel warmth in your chest and think, without meaning to, that you have never felt anything like this before and maybe you never will again. Long enough to decide, despite everything you know about your own life, that maybe this time things will go differently.