Beyond Heavens Novels & Stories

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?”

“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.”

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.”

“You should go, dear. It’s getting late.” Sophia stood. “Thank you, Mrs. Henderson. For telling me.” “Be careful, Sophia,” the woman said quietly. “Sometimes, the people we think we know… we never really know them at all.” Those words echoed in Sophia’s head as she stepped outside. The sky was gray, the air thick with the scent of earth after rain. She walked down the street slowly, feeling the world tilt under her feet. She wanted to scream. To ask someone why. To wake up and find out it was all a dream.

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?

Adrian went still before looking at her with profound disappointment. "After everything we did for you, this is who you really are." He called Rachel over. "Terminate her immediately. "There is no place in this firm for someone like her." Serena's eyes widened. She seized Adrian's arm. "You can't do this to me, Adrian. You love me!" Adrian shoved her away and stormed out. He found his assistant at once. "Book me the earliest flight available."

The Thing Beyond the Crack The sky was opening. Not breaking. Not collapsing. Opening. As though reality itself had become a wound. Thomas could not look away. The fracture stretching across the silver heavens continued widening, spilling impossible light over the City of Echoes. Buildings trembled beneath its glow. Streets split apart. Towers leaned dangerously as if trying to escape whatever lay beyond. And through that widening crack— something was watching. Something vast. Something alive. The heartbeat returned. BOOM.