Bane Of Our Existence Meaning Novels & Stories

The second the water touched the deep puncture wounds, pain shot down my arm, causing me to wince, but either way, it still needed to be washed off. The image that pain brought to my mind, though, still sent shivers down my spine. He had been so close to killing her, far too close for comfort. It had been a harsh reminder of exactly what I stood to lose at this place, but it had also been a test, and I had failed it miserably. They were testing to see just how far I would go for her, and they found what I would be willing to give them anything they wanted for. I could preach all I wanted to them that it was for the bond that Bane held with Nova, but in their eyes, no sane person would sacrif

he asked. Potential smiled, holding out the empty key. “Existence has grown as far as it can within itself,” they said. “But there is more beyond. Some places do not exist, not non-existence, not even potential. Places that have never been touched by choice or certainty or anything else we know.”

My brother Shawn who was sitting at the counter helping him to remove splinters from his arms uttered in with disgust in his. "She's our sister! She could have been killed!" He said at last. "I know you don't like her but at least show some sympathy ,Anathi is in deep trouble, the council wants her dead., Everybody wants her dead. She won't have anywhere to go!" These words of my brother drifted into my mind and suddenly I shut out my immediate surroundings becoming a walking shadow. My mind was running, ruminating on what would happen to me. His words scarthed me deeper than the blades he said. the council would plunge into my stomach as a way to execute me. His relenting was more chillin

“ … Sacra lux muta est, donum dei venenum est. Spiritus in sanguine putrescat. Animus in vinclis carceris sit.” Orion continued ( Wrath of shadows, break the bond of faith. The sacred light is mute, the gift of the goddess is venom. Let the spirit rot in the blood. Let the soul be in the chains of a prison.) “It's just like I was saying…” Kai said, his feet wobbling as he tried to stand, “we've simply evolved beyond this realm, beyond your rules.” Terra chuckled. “You can't get rid of me, you can't kill me.”

"We existed together. We were present together. It failed." "Because you weaponized it," the Seeker said. "Made it strategic. Made it defense. Made it something other than just being. The moment you use existence as weapon, you've already lost. Because you've made it conditional. Made it tactical. Made it less than what it is." "So what do we do?" Thorne asked. Voice tired. Defeated almost. "How do we just be when they're actively attacking? Actively taking people? How is existence enough against that?"

"Bane would flay them alive. He doesn't tolerate betrayal. If you try to run, Amaya. You’re running toward a mass grave. Do you understand me?" The reality of the situation slammed into me with the force of a physical blow. Bane's love was a violent obsession that would consume anyone who tried to alter its course. I looked at Regina’s hard, uncompromising face. She wasn't just warning me to protect Bane’s assets; she was telling me the absolute truth of the machine we were all trapped inside. There was no way out. The weight of my own existence felt impossibly heavy, cloak dragging me down to the marble floor.

Like Ruby, Bane showed up for me when I needed him most, when I was copping my father’s rage trying to protect my mother and brother. ‘I don’t know, this shouldn’t be happening, she’s the Goddess of Death and one of the Twin of Creation. The supernatural realm hasn’t seen the Twin Goddesses since their great grandmother and her twin,’ Bane paces around us while running his fingers through is black hair, pulling it out of his face.

I asked. The question hung. not in space. In nothing. Zayden’s grip tightened. hard. because now that was the only anchor. the only thing holding anything together. “Us,” he said. The words simple. certain. and that terrified me more than anything else. because if that was true, then we weren’t just surviving. we were defining what existed. The mark flared. weak. flickering. like it didn’t know what to connect to. because now there was nothing.

He jumps at once, frightfully shaking his head, “P-please…d-don’t kill me. I k-know of a way! I’ve heard my master say it once” I hum lengthily, not sure why I’m choosing to stay quiet and show mercy as he roughly pieces himself together to speak with shaky eyes and a slurred voice. “It’s a c-condition,” He wheezes, whimpering as my gaze hones on him. “The Bane can be nullified on the sole condition that the afflicted finds a human who shall love them for eternity” “A human to love them for eternity?” I chuckle as I think it once more, now bursting into loud diabolical laughter that reverberates around the place and plagues the shriveling human.

I unconsciously hid my head on the menu and prayed to God that he doesn’t notice us. ‘Sh*t, I forgot, you’re the God.’ Who am I praying to anyway, a small cotton ball who knows nothing but to eat and chatter? ‘He CAN’T see us.’ I repeated this sentence over and over in my head. If he even remembers us as the girl from the mall everything’s screwed, I’m screwed! Natalie would know that I was in that mall during that day and the reason why her cousin was late. That would be no big problem if it were anyone, but we’re talking about Benedict here. He’s a semi-lead, the “yandere” type to be exact.