Novel & Cerita Baine Of My Existence

His countless emotions, once stable in their chaos, began scattering like ash in wind. “I can’t… hold them…” His voice cracked. Evelyn turned toward him immediately. “What is it doing to you?” The boy’s eyes flickered between clarity and confusion. “I remember… then I don’t… then I remember again…” The First Existence stepped forward, his voice lower than before. “It is feeding on identity. If it reaches completion, nothing inside creation will remain consistent long enough to exist.” Rowan forced himself to stand, shaking. “So we stop it.” The Blood God’s gaze remained fixed on the broken sky.

Kael didn’t turn. “Yes.” Halven’s voice dropped. “That’s not what it was built to do.” Kael’s answer came immediately. “It wasn’t built,” he said. A pause. “It was discovered.” Silence. Heavy. Final. --- THE COST OF EXISTENCE The darkness moved again. Another scan. Another removal. This time— Kael felt it. Not pain. But narrowing. The number of ways he could exist… shrinking. His past. His identity. His contradictions. Everything that didn’t align with a single, consistent state—

“Because you make me think about things I shouldn’t.” Her heart skipped a beat, but she managed to keep her voice steady. “Like what?” “Like what it would be like to have something other than this life.” He looked away, as if embarrassed by the admission. “But that’s not an option for people like me.” Sienna’s expression softened, her voice gentle. “And why not? Just because you’re in this world doesn’t mean it has to be everything.” Enzo’s gaze flickered to her, his usual steely resolve wavering. “You don’t understand. In my world, attachments are weaknesses. Feelings get people killed.”

He shrugged off, thinking he’d talk to Abel later and headed out of the bathroom to grab the new syringe and a tiny glass bottle from under his pillow before marching back to the bathroom. He entered the empty stall, closed the toilet lid before sitting on it. He didn’t bother to lock the stall because he knew everyone would be busy eating. He filled the syringe with the bluish liquid and injected it inside his bloodstream. Veins popped out like they did every time as he grunted in pain, arching his back and lolling back his head. He was taking shallow breaths as his heartbeat decreased. It was so slow that he could pass for dead. He was sweating like crazy and his whole body started burning

Good Lord, I sure need to act fast, his calmness is freaking me out. "You look pale. Is it because of him?" Gareth pointed out. I quickly masked my expression with a smirk. "Of course not, why will I? He is never a threat to me, so I see no reason to be afraid of him." "You seem to look like you just saw a ghost." He said flatly. "Does ghost even exist? Come on stop believing in myth, okay?" I chuckled. Even though, I'm starting to convinced myself that Hardie was a risen ghost with the kind of aura that surround him.

Emery Quinn The bass reverberated through the floor, up my calves, and into the cage of my ribs. Each pulse traveled through my bones like a second heartbeat, synchronizing with the rhythm that commanded every body in this dimly lit sanctuary of escape. The sound wasn't just music—it was a physical force, a tangible thing that wrapped around me and pulled me deeper into the anonymity I craved.

Because the system The thing that once optimized existence itself Just chose to let go Theodore whispers “…That’s… huge.” But before anyone can react The presence beside us suddenly goes still Its almost-human expression shifting into something unreadable. Then it asks quietly: “Why does that hurt?” And for the first time The being beyond existence begins to cry

"But Harrow became greedy. He wanted your power, your soul and the throne. He murdered your mother and our father. He even killed you, or so we thought. He was eventually caught and thrown into the Abyss- a prison with no end. But I received a prophecy, Aina. Two years ago, a vision that you were alive, hidden in this mundane, boring human world. I came for you. And now, my plan is succeeding." He turned back to me, his dark eyes glowing with an unstable light. "My spices tell me Bane has released Harrow to hunt us down. He's coming. But with you by my side, I'm unstoppable. I only need one thing from you now, sister." He stepped closer, a dark, possessive smirk playing on his lips. I stared

Kael suddenly moved. But time remained frozen. Everyone was trapped. Only Liana could move. The figure stepped closer. "You created existence." "You created choice." "You created possibility." It pointed toward the endless universe. "Now decide whether your creation deserves to remain." Liana stared into its star-filled eyes. She remembered every world. Every person. Every mistake. Every friendship. Every loss. Every moment of happiness. She remembered why she had chosen existence in the first place. Not because it was perfect. Because it was alive.

he said, “you need to remember something.” I stiffened. “What?” “Why does he exist?” “He exists because he is a parasite. A curse.” “No,” Lucien whispered. “He exists because you begged for him.” My heart stills. “That’s a lie.” “It isn’t.” Rage hit me. “Say it again and I will”