A Tear In The Fabric Of Life Novels & Stories

“Alessia, this isn’t a full Gate. It’s something else. Something smaller.” “A crack?” Eryx asked. “No.” Kade shook his head, his breath shaky. “A memory tear.” Selene’s smile vanished. Kael’s shadows flared. “Explain.” Kade sighed, “Sometimes, when a gate collapses on its own… it leaves behind a tear in reality. Not enough to open, but enough to echo the architect's voice.” Seraphine whined, “Why does his voice echo? Why does anything of his echo?” Rian cried softly in agreement.

She begged I know how hurt she is right now, I know the feeling of being left behind, I know it hurts so bad that you ever wanted to end your own life " Larissa? Take this in mind, everyone deserves happiness including you, you deserve to be happy, cry it all out now, cry all those pains today but make sure that tomorrow you will stand tall and high, yes, he left you but that doesn't mean that you will be left alone right? You still have your friends, families to help you stand again, and there, we have God to pray and ask for strength, remember that you will be hurt today but you will go through this tomorrow, it will take a month a year to move on but it's fine, as long as you know yoursel

On my way home, someone suddenly stepped into my way. The disheveled man before me was dressed in rags. "Julie, why can't I get in touch with you for days? And why did you cancel the supplementary credit card? Did you know how hard it was for me?" I finally recognized the voice as Elijah's and was surprised to see him in such a horrid state. Staggering backward, I dodged his attempt at grabbing me. "Elijah, we've broken up. Of course you can't use my card anymore."

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Like the stars are not where they should be. Then— It tears. Not physically. Not like an explosion. Like something enormous is pushing through a layer that was never meant to hold it. Matteo stares. “Oh… that’s new.” Ezra doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. I feel his focus sharpen. The tear widens. And something emerges. Not the full predator. Not the world. Something smaller. A fragment. A piece. A vessel. But even calling it that feels wrong. It doesn’t move like a ship.

The image of his life-force, usually a blazing, golden sun, was still there, still powerful. But right at its core, at the very heart of his bloodline, was a thin, jagged line of absolute, dead grey. It was a crack. A flaw. A scar. "What is that?" Catherine whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. Dr. Aris, who had been summoned, stared at the screen, his face bloodless. "It's… it's not a wound," he stammered, his voice filled with a scientific terror. "A wound heals. This is a tear in the fabric of his being. The Gravedigger’s light… it didn't just injure him. It inflicted a law of physics on him. A localized entropy. It's an un-healing wound. It's a permanent corruption of his bloodline’s

Where the dimensional fabric had torn and needed repair. I started with the largest tears and worked my way down. Pouring creative energy into stabilising what remained. It was like trying to hold water in a sieve. Every repair I made opened three new problems. My power burned hot and fast. The connection to the Creation Realm that usually felt limitless was fraying at the edges. I was dying. The realisation hit me with absolute certainty. Through the mate bond, Morgan felt it too. Her scream of anguish echoed across dimensional barriers and nearly broke my concentration.

His body tensed, movements becoming sharper, less controlled, like he was starting to lose hold of it entirely. My breath caught. This wasn’t sustainable. Whatever he had done whatever he had taken into himself. It was tearing him apart. And he didn’t even see it. Or worse, he didn’t care. The sky above us darkened suddenly. Not gradually. Not naturally. One second it was clear. The next, it cracked. A sharp, blinding line split across the heavens, like the world itself had fractured. Light poured through the tear, cold and overwhelming, washing over the battlefield in an instant.

I continue to ignore him as im stuffing whatever I can get my hands on, “I cant be here Marcus. Everything and everywhere reminds me of him. My shops, the fields, my office, The Great Oak. He is everywhere. I wont survive this again” I can see tears falling from Marcus’s eyes as he continues to plead with me not to destroy my life. Im not though, its already in shatters. Every time he decides to walk away, I stay and pick up the pieces again whilst waiting for him to come back. He always does, and I always take him back, then he leaves again. I have no self-control, so this time im going where he cant come and find me. Im leaving Oenardil and joining Rircaex.

"Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did! "I really don't want to lose you because of that jerk. If you give me another chance, I promise I'll make it up to you in the future." I sighed and looked at her. "There are some things that can never return to the way they were. If a simple apology could solve the problem, there wouldn't be so many tragedies in the world." I closed the door without hesitation. No matter how much Callista banged on it, I did not open it again. After half an hour, the sound of Callista's voice outside finally died down, and I received a message from her, saying, "I'll make it up to you for what happened with Jeffrey!"