Beyond Living Novels & Stories

But I shouldn't blame myself; I should search for a way of living forever as it's the greatest pleasure. I am conversant with illness; I have schzirpheena, as you believe. But despite it being an illness, I have a desire to live. An extreme passion to live. Live as though no one will. Life is dear to me, too, especially after knowing that after Earth, almost nothing exists, not even virtue, to be happy or adjusted. Just the end. Just the end drives me crazy.

"We found the place where dead universes go." Silence. Absolute silence. Outside the observatory, stars dimmed. The Witnesses became still. The Dream Archive trembled. Even the Void blinked. Because somewhere beyond existence, beyond creation, beyond the reach of every known reality, something had just heard its name. And it was waking up.

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

"Something came through. Something from the other side." I felt the words like frost across my spine. The Underworld. The place of shadows, magic, and monsters. It was a legend, only a ghost story, it couldn't have been real, and yet if it wasn't how else would we explain the chaos before us? Malen would never lie to me, he had a weird sense of humour but I could feel he was telling the truth about this one. The urgency in his voice and the raw fear I saw in his eyes was enough confirmation.

“I’m sorry, Savior. He’s stubborn, but… please, stay longer. My cousin’s been gone for weeks searching for a healer. I don’t think the Alpha King has much time.” I only nodded. Meryl, my old teacher, had long disappeared to live her quiet life. They’d never find her. So I stayed. Enjoyed Brayden’s offerings. Waited. Until one evening, after I’d just stepped out of a hot shower, my wolf Lily jolted awake inside me. *He’s here.* My heart skipped. She didn’t need to say who. I knew. Outside my door, I heard voices. Brayden’s low, firm, but almost pleading.

The beautiful work. The impossible work. Of living.

It was impossible for Brenda to have never left the base before. The base was a shelter that the remaining people had built together during the zombie apocalypse. And to keep the base sustainable, the commander had laid down a rule that every adult had to go out and forage for food and supplies every week. Even I hadn't been exempted from that rule before I had gravely injured my leg. So, how could it be that Brenda never left the base before? Just then, I caught sight of the ring on her finger again. I immediately looked at Curtis as realization dawned on me.

She had so much to consider, so much to weigh. But one thing was certain: her life would never be the same again.

“How do you know about my family?” He tilted his head, watching me with what looked like amusement. “I know a lot of things, Lillia. Including this: your life as it is now… it’s crushing you. One shift at a time. One unpaid bill at a time. One night spent listening to your mother’s cough at a time.” My chest tightened. “Stop.” But he pressed on. “What if I told you there was another life?” he said. “One where your siblings never go hungry. One where your mother’s surgery is fully paid for. One where you don’t have to fight every single day just to breathe.”

"God, if we were any bigger, I don't think he'd survive the collision." I can only produce shattered moans and sobs of pure ecstasy, clinging to their shoulders as the three of us become a single, thrashing machine. I can feel them both, separated only by a thin, straining wall of muscle as they fill me to the absolute limit. Everything is a blur of steam and crimson heat. My breath comes in ragged, desperate hitches. "Break for us, Lyon." Brandon reaches around to find my center, his teeth grazing my shoulder. "We’re right there—break with us."