Beyond Heavens Novels & Stories

“Then wherein the hell are they?” The Harbinger appeared. And pointed. “Outside of it.” The sky tore open. And we noticed what turned into ready on the alternative side. I whispered, “…Oh my god.” Crossing the Threshold The sky ripped apart. And past it— There is nothing. Not an area. Not darkness. Just an endless, formless void. And in that void—they waited. Rachel staggered back.“Oh, hell no.” Ethan clenched his fists. “Tell me that’s now no longer where we’re going.”

Jon stepped through. The realm beyond was a silence that screamed. Shadows moved without source, and the sky—if it could be called that—bled crimson into a starless void. The ground beneath his feet wasn't stone, wasn't soil, but something cold and unyielding, like polished obsidian carved from nightmare. And then he saw him.

That's it, this is my end. He began to touch me and tried to rip away my blouse. But the last thing I prayed on my mind was "Please God, please save me". I think I don't deserve heaven life I always living in hell life and after death also I am going to hell only and I shut my eyes tightly ready to go for hell. But I think god heard my prayer, because he sent some Savior for me. My Savior is none other than my husband. Thank you god Akash POV ***********

Just before disappearing completely, Aria's final words echoed across the sky. "Someone is already writing the next chapter." Far beyond the newborn universes... Far beyond the reach of gods... Far beyond even possibility... A pair of unknown eyes slowly opened. And smiled.

The years had softened his features, but his eyes, they still carried that dead look anytime he looked at her. “Hello, Benedict,” Kallista said coolly. “Benedict?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You used to call me Dad.” “That was a long time ago,” She murmured back, looking down at her luggage. “Enough,” Dorothea said, Kallista could hear the exasperation in her voice from a mile away. “Benedict, she’s had a rough day. Her apartment burned down.” Benedict raised an eyebrow, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Is that so? And you decided to come back home?”

It wasn't magic in any form we understood, not elemental, not mystical and certainly not divine. I stood at the nexus point of all converging realities, Kai's luminous spirit was beside me. I had evolved beyond the simple categories of flesh and bone, beyond the limitations of singular existence. I was something liminal now, a living tether stretched between the state of becoming and the realm of beyond, while my children watched in profound silence as the veil between known multiverses began to part like cosmic curtains revealing an infinite stage.

“Breathe. Don’t leave me like this.” He forced air into her lungs and pressed again, desperate and frantic. But her chest remained still. Her eyes never opened. Lisa Callahan, the heiress who had plotted betrayal and who had promised him a future built from revenge and stolen empires, lay silent. Gone. Peter sat back, drenched and trembling, though his jaw was set tight. The waiter lingered nearby, pale and terrified. “Sir… she—” “No one saw this,” Peter cut him off, his voice low and menacing. His gaze flicked to the unconscious Samuel. “No one knows.”

Brooks. She froze. Her father’s full name was Andrew Brooks. Her fingers tightened around the phone. A deep, shaky breath left her lips as she stood up again, pacing back and forth. “It can’t be him. It can’t. He’s gone,” she whispered. But her heart didn’t believe it. Outside, thunder rolled faintly in the distance, and raindrops began to tap softly against the window. The sound filled the silence, a steady rhythm that somehow matched the racing of her thoughts.

The Stormbreakers burying their past—and their incredible weight—inside me seems to be the only thing capable of bringing peace to the pack. As Logan and Brandon grin at one another, I have a feeling that this form of peace is going to be far more addictive than the conflict ever was. Without warning, they hoist me off the floor. The sensation is so jarring that I kick out in a momentary flash of panic as the ground vanishes. But there is no retreating now. And as they hold me suspended at their level, I realize I wouldn't go back even if I could. I’ve been claimed by Rafael. By Mateo. By Viktor and Adrian. Now that I am at the mercy of Logan and Brandon, my body is vibrating with the knowle

empty. It was Toby. The kid who used to live next door when I was ten. The boy my father swore had moved to Italy. Toby looked like a ghost. If this place was supposed to fix me, why did he already look like that? And what would I look like by morning?