Baine Of My Existence Novels & Stories

Carol's voice became more somber as she delved into her past, recounting the fateful encounter that had altered the course of her life. "I was a young girl, barely in my late teens," Carol began, her eyes distant as she recalled those turbulent days. "I had grown up in a neighborhood plagued by crime and violence. My family struggled to make ends meet, and I was determined to escape that life." She paused as if reliving the memories. "One night, I found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. I witnessed a brutal crime committed by a notorious gang that ruled our neighborhood. They killed the Beast's only brother. I didn’t know that until later. They saw me, and they knew I had seen eve

“You came here to prove existence was terrible. But experiencing it showed you that existence is complicated. Is both terrible and beautiful. Is both suffering and joy. Both struggle and meaning. That complexity is what makes existence valuable. That contradiction is what makes something better than nothing. That confusion you feel is proof that you are learning. Proof you are growing. Proof you are experiencing honestly instead of judging from preconceived conclusions.” “But I must report to the First Dark. Must tell it what I learned. Must recommend what it should choose.” Doubt’s presence flickered. “And I do not know what to say. Do not know what to recommend. Do not know if existence is

The bond flares bright and wild, pain ripping through it like fire. “Kieran!” I shout. He is already there, hands gripping the child’s shoulders, face pale. “It’s pulling from him,” he says. “The erasure weakened his anchors. He can’t shield himself.” The presence above grows clearer. Stronger. I feel its attention turn. Focus. Narrow. I AM BORN OF THEIR FEAR. My teeth grind together. “You shouldn’t exist.” I EXIST BECAUSE YOU DO. The words curl with something like satisfaction.

Baèl, The Eternal One I couldn't believe my eyes. It made no sense whatsoever. I could vividly remember expending my energy to kill the being standing a few feet in front of me. I was frustrated. This wasn't making any sense. I gave everything to that battle. How come, how's he still alive? What did I do wrong?

I buried my face in his chest, my hands wrapping around his back, gripping the fabric of his jacket with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity. I didn't care that his clothes were completely soaked with freezing rainwater. I didn't care about the suffocating, terrifying aura that still rolled off him in waves. I just clung to him, weeping silently against his shoulder. “Thank the Moon Goddess,” I whispered repeatedly into his neck, the words were a broken prayer. “Thank the Moon Goddess you’re alive. Nothing happened to you...” Bane didn't hug me back immediately. For a moment, he stood rigid as stone. Then, his large, heavy hands gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin with a

I clutched at my chest, fingers digging into the fabric, my lungs straining for air that wouldn’t come. My strength was slipping fast. Everything blurred at the edges, dark creeping in. Someone had tampered with my food. And I knew exactly who.

After getting home, we made our way inside. I was exhausted .I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I never cry—but now, all the walls I built over the years were crumbling, one by one. Why was life treating me like this? Was it because I’ve killed? Was this punishment for all the blood on my hands? If so, why not just send death to take me? Because I’m not strong enough for this… I never was. “Ian… please stop overthinking,” Amanda’s voice broke through my spiral. “It’s not good for your health. You’re pregnant. This stress—it might affect the babies.”

I felt the chill that emanates from my very core, it does not harm me but the cold licks at the back of my mind and my body temperature dwindles to the negatives yet I am unafraid and my heart still pumps normally. If not for the frost on my seats whenever I stood up, or the mist on the window from just breathing deeply or a sigh, I would not notice my declining temperature. Sometimes I fear the toilet would freeze over if I used it, I sadly have not reached the level of my bodies betrayal where I no longer needed the toilet, thankfully I have not frozen the toilet….yet. Looking into Caius’ eyes is like staring into the universe, he held the secret of the universe, and with it all my secret

BEAT! I pour the last dregs of my will, my sanity, into that impossible image. Forcing the torrential chaos through the crucible of my scars, compressing it, shaping it with the only template I have: the defiant pulse of existence itself. The pressure inside me peaks. A silent detonation. The funneling chaos… snaps.

he said, holding the pouch closer, “I suggested that we just kill you. But then again, I’m not as creative as the others.” Melvin shoved the pouch under my nose. I held my breath, but he noticed, and punched me in the stomach. Hard. I exhaled harshly, then inhaled before I could stop myself. The moment the Luna’s Bane entered my system, I felt the change. It burned going in, and the burn didn’t stop. My eyes watered, my vision blurred, my heart pounded so hard I was certain it would burst out of my chest. The tent spun faster and faster. Before I lost consciousness again, I saw two more figures step into the space.