Baine Of My Existence Novels & Stories

Magic bleeds up from the cracks in slow, poisonous pulses. This is where it will begin. I know it with bone-deep certainty. Cain comes to stand beside me. Close, but not touching. He’s learning—learning this new version of me, the way I move, the way I don’t shiver anymore in the night air. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says quietly. I huff a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “Neither should half the things breathing right now.” He studies me from the corner of his eye. “Do you feel it?”

Bane. I've been fighting the deep inner thoughts of my mind. The place that holds nothing but the darkness within its depths, I am no longer in control of my thoughts. Flashes of bits and pieces come back to me from my life before, and I was not a good person. I hurt Calliana in every way possible, and I knew how terrified she would be if I threatened to kill her other mates. She would bend to my every whim, and this I knew. I remember some things from life when I was Eli. But Samuel is a different story. It feels more as though he is the second person that lives within me now.

I whisper, steady despite my shaking hands. The pool erupts in silver light, engulfing me. My bones ache, reshaping. Memories flood—my mother’s smile, my father’s howl, the warehouse’s blood. Pain sears, not just physical—grief, fear, the weight of being hunted. I grit my teeth, Cassia’s fire a warm anchor against the tide.

He knew it was best to leave me alone when I was like this. But why? Why was I like this? I jumped up from my seat in an effort to bring myself back to reality. My breath began to shorten, and my vision began to dim. This feeling. It had been a while. Darkness, dear friend. “Years. Centuries. This is what we are.” Bane whispered. His voice was my tether, keeping me from crossing the line of insanity that would have since taken me. I should have killed the girl. I should have made an example of her. Reminded the world why they whispered my name like a curse in the night.

Marina I’m not gonna lie — I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw dollar signs and dark suits and that folder snapping shut like a mousetrap. But here I am. 7:58 AM. Standing in front of that mansion again like some culinary tribute to the mafia gods. The same driver gives me the same silent nod when I get in. The same gates swallow us whole. And my stomach does this fun little somersault as I clutch my cheap tote bag like it’s a lucky charm.

A sharp pain shot through my bones, making me wince and clutch the bed sheets. As the pain grew more intense, I became aware of Elsie’s presence once more, this time her voice soothing like a cool breeze. “It’s alright, Bella. This is the transformation,” she whispered. “It will pass soon, and then you’ll understand. You’ll be stronger, faster, and more powerful than you could have ever imagined. And you’ll be connected to me, forever.”

He voice paused and looked down at Cain like staring at an ant "I'm Existence." Cain nodded in confirmation, it was obvious he knows who Existence was. He knew according to his limited knowledge, he learnt the Existence to be father of Embodiments, the multiverses in the Megaverse and finally, the first Embodiment to exist. Existence owns basically everything defined as totality itself. With that realized, Cain lowered his curiosity to avoid messing wrongly with the entity. "Pardon my foolishness." Cain pleaded tilting his head downward a little in respect.

Because we both knew. Class ended eventually, though I barely remembered it. I was packing my bag when footsteps stopped behind me. “Hey.” I turned. Bane stood there, close enough that I caught his scent again. My heartbeat stumbled. “What?” I asked quietly. He looked at me for a moment before speaking. “What’s your name?” I hesitated. “…Livana.” He repeated it once under his breath. Then he asked, “Are you an Omega?” My grip tightened around my bag. “Yes,” I said slowly. “Why?”

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

So called peace after death at the ancestral realm will be ruined towards him. I'll horribly and personally ruin his after life. He'll plead and crave something worse. He'll crave existence wipe. He'll despise his birthday and wish never he was born. He'll curse his birth day and despise every relating or connecting himself. Too bad existence wipe is impossible. He'll remain within the ansectral realm under my daily and hourly spiritual torture. Never will he forget my face. He in his next word will vividly recall my angered expression and every torment ascertained to him.