48 Hours Novels & Stories

For six months. One hundred eighty days. Each one an eternity.

the both of them Uttered in sync as if they'd just broken out of their trance. "It's already dusk, Sir." Zeke murmured incoherently but my sharp hearing abilities grasped his words and he took two steps backward with his hands on the back of his neck, scratching, the moment his eyes collided with my murderous glare. "48 hours." Chris Chanted under his breath. His voice was barely audible as if he was negotiating a deal within himself, he's eyes glued to the monitor on his hands before splitting his gaze back to my face. 48 hours rang a bell but I decided to ignore it until my consigliere would spill whatever he had to say.

The phone on my dresser buzzed with a message from my contact: "Timeline moved to 48 hours. Be ready." I typed back a single word: "Confirmed."

120 hours, that was all it would take. Kate looked up at the sky, 119:53:42 shone in the blue of the afternoon. The time was enchanted across the sky, a magic that had been lent from another kingdom. The alpha's first bite ceased to be effective in 119 hours, 53 minutes, and 27, 26, 25 seconds. Kate counted down, grateful for each second that passed in their favor.

I turn and walk back to my room. One step. Two steps. Day 31. I have forty-eight hours. And now I know exactly how to use them.

I said. The burner buzzed again new message. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. I locked eyes with Adrian. “Good,” I said. “I only need twelve.” He almost smiled.

Adela thought and asked. "The most accurate notification system is in forty days." Max replied. "Only forty days? Well, I'm curious about one thing." Adela crossed her arms over her chest, she said flatly, her face full of excitement rather than fear of the future. "Curiosity? What?" Max is confused.

They must be waiting for me somewhere. As the train jerks, slowly crawling out of the station, I settle into my seat. I’ve theorised that it must take a few days for the train to make the full trip. Maybe a week even. Just as those thoughts consumed my mind, a small screen planted into the back of the seat in front of me flashes. First Destination : Territory Of Fate Time of Travel : 26 hours. Sighing deeply, I settle into my seat. With no belongings aside from the clothes on my back, I peel off my jacket and use it as a pillow. A few seats in front of me, I hear someone’s muffled cries.

Outside the war room windows, the sky is shifting from black to grey—dawn coming whether we’re ready or not. Forty-eight hours. That’s all we had left. But right now? We’re just two people holding each other while the world burns. I think that’s enough.

The intention mattered. That did not mean eleven days was acceptable. "Thank you for trying to understand it fully first," I said. "But eleven days is too long. Even for something this complicated." "I know," he said. "Forty-eight hours," I said. "That is the outer limit. Regardless of how complete the picture is. I can handle incomplete. I cannot handle eleven days in the dark." "You're right," he said. "I'm sorry." I stood and crossed to his side of the desk and sat on the edge of it and looked down at him and he looked up at me and the study was very quiet around us.