Beyond Realm Novels & Stories

But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave. I instinctively tried to follow, but a thin golden barrier stopped me. Written on it were the words, "On the path to the afterlife, those who’ve moved on will never meet again." I watched as a long-lost smile spread across Emma’s face. And as I smiled, I began to cry. In the end, Emma and I were never meant to be.

Hey readers I know I'm not giving proper updates to this book. I am extremely sorry about it. I have been quite busy because of my studies, and I have to wrap up my other story, "Love Me Again." The story has few chapters left, and then I'll continue another book in it with the story of next generation. So, I am focusing more on it as it's about to end. Soon, I'll come up with new chapters for Beyond The Time.

“You said there’s a way to enter the Rift safely. A real way not just through the bond.” He hesitated, jaw tight. “There is. But it comes with a price.” “What kind of price?” “A piece of your soul.” I froze. He went on. “The Realm Beyond has rules. Entry isn’t granted, it’s bought. A soul fragment is the currency and a tether is the anchor. If your mind breaks, if your heart falters, the tether pulls you back but if the tether snaps while you're inside…” “You die.” “No,” Finnick said quietly. “You vanish. No body and no soul. Just… erased.”

"I complain because I'm intelligent." "You complain because breathing isn't difficult enough." Despite everything, a few warriors chuckled. The sound felt strange inside the chamber. Almost foreign. Yet welcome. After weeks of constant danger, even the smallest moment of humor carried value. The queen moved beside Lucien, her silver robes flowing across the stone floor. "The Underrealm lies far beyond Nightbane territory," she said. "Reaching it will require crossing lands abandoned after the fall of the First Kingdom." Fenric stepped closer. His expression remained grim.

With a new passport in hand, Seraphina Mor walked out of the altar, right across from the iconic Zenith Tower, the landmark of Silverbend. Alpha Kaden Crest's exclusive interview played across the building's enormous screen. Picking up on the alpha's body language, the host asked with a smile, "Alpha Kaden, I notice you've been fiddling with your ring, but it looks just like any other ordinary moonlight silver band. Is there a story behind it?"

"Sofia is just my assistant. That's all." "Matthew, it's not about who she is," I replied, keeping my voice even. "It's about boundaries. About trust." I faced him. "Your secret room is our space, just like this home. When you let others in, it's like you're saying I'm not special anymore." Matthew gazed into my eyes, his fingers lightly touching my cheek. "You'll always be special, Elena. I promise, nothing like this will happen again," he said seriously. With that, he kissed my forehead. "That secret room will always be just ours."

The same hands that had given me my brother's key, like it was the last thing he would ever do. Then I stood there with my arms crossed and let Julian pull me away. I didn't like him. I was sure of that. I had never been so sure of anything before. I just wanted my body to believe it. This isolation block was very different from the Dark Room. The Dark Room was a punishment with a set end date. There was no message, no clock, and no way to leave this place. The walls were older, thicker, built by men who never planned to let anything inside come back out. No carvings. No names. The boys who came here just disappeared.