Beyond Living Novels & Stories

“People say, that it’s so funny to be me. Everyday something new and interesting happens. So adventurous. But they don’t know that every evening is like the calendar. I have to tick that it was the same, as it had been 3 weeks ago. And something changes, only if I don’t come home. So today was that day. I liked it, however while being out I was still thinking about it.” “But look, even if I am not there, my mind is there. There is no escape from that place, regrettably,” he chuckled in the end. It wasn’t a funny chuckle, it was a pity one. He was laughing at his life. Sometimes I think, what is life? People have to go through so much difficulties, that sometimes you can’t even notice how th

“Shh.” The professor goes on. “As you all know, beneath Velthra is the Tophet, the parasitic layer of existence that we Nobles are in charge of keeping at bay to keep it from getting a foothold in the Mortal Realm. It’s a disturbing, lifeless void filled with the Voidmaws, Netherhounds, Shades, Undead, Shadowhounds, Monsters, and other unpleasantries, to put it lightly.” He taps the board. “And below Tophet is the Beyond, where we all go after death…”

Others were almost completely dark. And beyond them stretched an endless black ocean. Aria stared. "What is this?" Her father looked around. "The space between worlds." Gabriel shook his head. "No." He looked at his device. "This is deeper than the space between worlds." Cael frowned. "How deep?" Gabriel swallowed. "We are outside the system." Everyone became silent. Aria looked at him. "Outside the system?" Gabriel nodded. "We're beyond the network of realities." The High Keeper looked toward the black ocean.

The doctor said it is normal for me because of my disorder or more like a curse. After minutes of closing my eyes, I opened it and reached for the remote of the television in front of me. Once I found it, I turned it on and I don't know what to feel when I saw a commercial for painting materials. I want to paint again. I want to feel that happiness again. I can't remember when was the last time I felt that burning feeling inside me. I don't know when I stopped. All I can remember is I woke up and don't know how to finish anything. I woke up and it seems like I've been born again.

I admitted. "But they do mention something about 'lunar overwhelm' if the channeling isn't controlled properly." "Define overwhelm." "Being flooded with so much cosmic energy that your consciousness essentially drowns in it?" I said with false cheerfulness. "That's what I thought." He moved closer, his hand finding mine. "Then I'm staying right here. If you start drowning in cosmic energy, I'm pulling you back." His unwavering support made my heart swell. "You realize that might be dangerous for you too?"

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

"Tell me, child. What are you willing to do to stop this?" Annie's voice was barely a whisper. "What do I have to do?" "You have to journey into the threshold." "What's the threshold?" Brie asked. Katherine's gaze never left Annie. "The land between the living and the dead. It's not quite one or the other—a place where souls linger before they move on. Or don't move on. When you cross into the threshold, you're neither alive nor dead. You're... suspended. And if you're not careful, if you stay too long or venture too deep, the dead will claim you. Pull you down into the dark. And you'll never come back."

“And I wasn’t there when she needed me most even though they caused my mom….” Julian sighed. “You can’t live your life apologizing for things you didn’t cause. You’re here now. You can honor her memory by living. By remembering her with just the kindness.” Sophia’s lips trembled. “That’s the hardest part.” Julian pulled back slightly, brushing her hair from her face. “Do you want to talk more about her?” She shook her head. “Not right now. If I do, I’ll break again.” He nodded silently. “Alright. Come on, sit back.” He stood and said softly, “I’ll get you some water.”

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?

They are a blank space on the map of our knowledge, a void where information should be. "The Unseen," my mother says, turning the words over like stones. "I have heard whispers. Ancient whispers. Wolves who speak of things that exist beyond the veil of reality." "What does that mean?" "It means they are not like us. They do not live in our world. They live in the spaces between. The cracks in existence." "How do we fight something that lives between worlds?" She is silent. Then she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper. "We do not fight them. We survive them."