Beyond Repair Novels & Stories

For each time he looked, it broke something inside him, shattering his soul into tiny mere pieces of dust crumbled under her hatred and agony. But the animalistic urge to be her ruin, the beasts inside him kept pushing all his feelings away until the day he realised the worth of the woman he thought he despised. Until it was too late.... Too late to turn back time.... Because once it's lost then there's no going back.

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?”

With gentle hands, she reached out and touched my arms, grounding me with a reassuring touch. As I struggled to regain my composure, Bell's voice cut through the fog of fear and confusion that still lingered. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her eyes wide with worry. "Yeah, I am okay," I realized that my response was more an automatic reaction than an honest reflection of my state of mind. My body felt numb like a robot following a pre-programmed script. Bell's touch and smile offered me a fleeting moment of comfort, a brief respite from the chaos of my thoughts. She urged me to calm down, but I knew that the source of my distress ran deeper than a simple nightmare.

Far beyond Luke or God. And worse… The presence beyond the rift was no longer passive. It was coming.

the Watcher said quietly. “No,” I replied. “They did.” He looked at Vireon. At Aurelion. At Eryndor. Then at me. And for the first time He didn’t look like he had the answers. A Bigger Truth “This will happen again,” he said. “Yes,” I agreed. “And next time?” I met his gaze. “We’ll be there.” ************************************************* As calm settled over the repaired world Vireon suddenly looked up. Beyond the sky. Beyond this reality. His expression shifted.

The Veil solidified, shimmering briefly before settling into invisibility. They released their connection and collapsed, exhausted but triumphant. Marcus approached slowly, studying the repaired area. “It is healed. Completely. I can feel it.” “The repair should hold indefinitely,” Astrid said, accepting water from one of the warriors. “But if you notice any instability, contact us immediately. Sometimes tears have deeper damage that shows up later.” “I will. Thank you.” Marcus turned to me. “Luna Kaia, your Shadowborn just solved a problem that has plagued my territory for months. That is not insignificant.”

Serene still stupidly asked, “Andrew, how is it? Can you repair it?” Repair it? Andrew’s complexion turned pale. He did not know how to answer the question. Dominic and Andrew had gotten along for a very long time, but he had never seen Andrew fail so terribly like this before. He could not help but say, “Andrew, just say whatever it is you want to say. You don’t have to stammer. We can only plan our next step after we understand the situation.” “Gah…” Andrew sighed and just said, “The system is completely ruined. I can’t repair it. You’ll have to spend some money to rebuild it again.”

Cautiously, the servant pushed the door open to peek inside. Kaden lay unconscious on the carpet, his breathing shallow. The servant immediately called the pack's healer and rushed him to the infirmary. Judy and Dave aged dramatically in under a month. They stayed close outside the emergency room, looking like they were about to pass out. Unfortunately, the healer had to be the bearer of bad news. "Alpha Kaden collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. On top of that, he's struggling with the severe aftermath of the broken mate bond. While these symptoms aren't life-threatening, he's experiencing significant mental distress and is at high risk of self-harm if not addressed."

They were building a "Universe-that-Could-Repair-Itself." "We are the 'Manual-Override'," Audrey’s voice echoed through the combined Weave, her tone carrying the authority of three hundred thousand words of struggle. "We have seen the 'Museum' of the Curators, and we have seen the 'Garden' of the Post-Physical. Neither is enough. Life is the 'Engine' that sits between them. It must be 'Maintained.' It must be 'Fueled.' It must be 'Hot'."