Absolute Threshold Novel Novels & Stories

"Ian, I was wrong. I'll admit to the mistake. Please let me out. I can't breathe in here. "Ian, please let me out. I'm suffocating. I could hardly breathe in here. "Ian…" While reading those unsent messages, Ian felt his vision turn black. He plopped down on the floor.

The incredibly loud sound of pacing in fact, the slow and steady pacing of predator on a wet stone surface slowly started to fill the emptiness death have left in its wake. With sound came scent, I could smell the damp stale air then feel it creasing the exposed skin of my arms, feel the cold seeping into my bones from the stone slab under me. It took some effort to open my eyes, I wasn't fully aware of myself. Everything seemed strange, foreign and uncomfortable. Like my skin wasn’t my own! Forcing my eyes open, I was confronted with snow, it hovered and floated in the darkness over my head. Beyond it though was not sky, but a ceiling of stone. No, this was not snow but dust. I could see it

The Absolute Zero had been suffering since before suffering had meaning. "I cannot—" someone screamed across the connection. "It is too much—" "Hold," I commanded, though my own awareness was fracturing under the weight. "We offered this. We hold." The Absolute Zero's presence flooded through our expanded bond like infinite dark water. Not malicious. Not hostile. Just—endless. Vast beyond comprehension. And so, so tired.

Forever choice. I'm immune. Not just from dying manipulation. But from everything. From doom. From fear. From the Absolute's entire strategy. Because I built something it can't understand. Something unprecedented. Something that only exists because of torture. Because of forgetting. Because of the impossible price I paid. I'm winning. Slowly. Painfully. Daily. But winning. And the Absolute knows it. I can feel it watching. Frustrated. Confused. Defeated. Trying to find new manipulation. New angle. New way to win. But there isn't one. Not anymore. Not here. Not with this.

Alejandro Conflict does not announce itself with violence. It starts with resistance. I felt it before dawn, before the villa stirred, before Zenith’s breathing shifted beside me. Inferno was already awake, his awareness stretched thin across the wards like a hand pressed flat against glass. Someone was testing the edges. Not probing, not attacking, but measuring. I rose quietly and stepped onto the balcony, Lake Tahoe still wrapped in predawn silver. The mountain villa loomed behind me, solid and alive, humming with nineteen distinct presences bound together by choice.

She was leaning against my shoulder, sound asleep. I pretended to read, but in truth, I was secretly looking at her from the corner of my eye, unable to stop forming a tender smile. Back then, we were only twenty-two while Mason was still in elementary school. Once I showed the photo, everyone would naturally know who was the real secret lover! Right before I could show it, my phone suddenly rang. My aunt Jessie's voice came over from the other side with sobs. "Alan! Someone showed your grandmother Bianca's marriage certificate with someone else! They said you've been someone's secret lover all along! Your grandma was so furious that she had a brain hemorrhage and passed away..."

The problem with Tino was that he was seven years old with a badly healed leg and he would not tell anyone he was in pain because he had already learned the lesson that pain was not a valid reason to stop. The problem with me was that I was still a slave with no formal cultivation standing, no weapons, no resources, and approximately twenty-seven days before I had the Ashen Qi density to attempt the first real advancement threshold the scripture described. Twenty-seven days was not four days. ~~~ I went to Lola Sabel that night.

Chapter 134: Abyss of Regrets DAMIEN’S POV I woke with a violent gasp, my body slamming against something that felt like cold stone yet dissolved into smoke the moment I touched it. The impact rattled through my bones, stealing the air from my lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, an endless, suffocating void that pressed against my skin with icy, probing fingers. It wasn't a mere absence of light. This darkness breathed, it watched, and it hungered.