Beyond The Boundary Novels & Stories

When he saw me walk out looking calm and composed, he looked uneasy. "Vanessa, you—" "I'm fine. You've seen what you needed to see, so you should go now. What comes next isn't something you can be involved in." I told Edward to leave. He didn't want to, but in the end, he was kept outside. Everything that followed had nothing to do with him anymore. I knew partings were painful but for Blake, this was also a release. After so many years as comrades, we had become closer than anything else.

"Eastern edge. Beyond the covenant boundary." "Beyond the covenant boundary," Zaron repeated. Not with surprise. With the tone of someone confirming a coordinate. "Which places you outside my jurisdiction for the entirety of your life." "Yes," Sorin said. "Which means," Zaron said, "that you have existed, for however long you have existed, entirely outside any system I have visibility into." A pause. "Which means I have no way to verify a single thing you have told us in this room." Sorin looked at him.

Closer. Wrong. “It’s here,” I said. Kael’s posture changed instantly. “Where?” I swallowed. Not because I wasn’t sure but because I was. “In the territory.” A heavy silence followed. Cassian straightened slowly. “That’s impossible. We just forced it back.” “I know,” I said. “But it didn’t leave.” The realization settled like ice. Because it meant we hadn’t stopped it. We had only displaced it. We crossed the boundary at speed.

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“Good to know you’re not stalking me. Just your supernatural connection doing the work.” “You’re handling this better than most would.” “I’m barely holding it together.” “Still counts.” I shake my head, starting to walk again. He falls in beside me. “You’re doing it again.” “What?” “Matching me.” “I’m walking.” “You’re hovering.” “I’m not.” “You are.” He exhales quietly. “You stopped near the boundary.” “So?” “So if you crossed it, it would’ve hit harder.” I slow slightly. “Hit what harder?” “The bond pulling back.”

Serrin asked, her voice steady despite the visible effort it clearly cost her to stand this close to something she'd once nearly given herself to entirely. "I do not know with certainty," the Hollow admitted. "But I believe I understand, now, what such a change might require, having spent considerable time these past weeks in genuine conversation rather than simple testing." It paused, and I felt the vastness of it working through something considerably more careful than anything it had offered before. "The boundary, as it currently exists, is a wall. Absolute. Total. It permits nothing to pass in either direction, except through catastrophic rupture, the kind Serrin's ritual and Garrick's s

I say again. "It's okay Alexis, let's not mention it again." "Okay." I say nodding. "So when do you leave?" He asks. "Leave? I haven't decided yet and I might not even go." I say. "Why won't you?" Mason asks confused. "Switzerland is far Mason, what will happen to us?" I ask. "Us? Alexis we'll always be friends." He says. "Friends? Mason I think we're more than that." I say as my heart breaks.

Each caress and kisses were damn pleasurable and insatiable. In the sanctuary of their togetherness, they explored realms of passion and yearning, surrendering to the unspoken desires that simmered beneath the surface. With each touch, they delved deeper into a world where reality blurred and the boundaries of their shared imagination expanded, allowing them to lose themselves in a dance of raw emotion and unbridled fervor, binding them together in a tapestry of unspoken promises and unrelenting longing.

It was like it was held open. “They’re anchoring,” Victor said somewhere behind us. “They have placed an anchor within the boundary in order to allow them to enter.” Yes. That was exactly what it felt like. The boundary reacted, but slower than had been noted before. Instead of putting the boundary back in place, it had a break in it, and it was allowing the break to exist because of the anchor. And for some reason, that physically hurt me. Not physically like a wound, but like tension being pulled through something that had never been stretched that far.

“You’ve been outside before.” He nodded. “Before they called it outside.” I pushed to my feet, unsteady. “Where is this?” He glanced up at the racing clouds. “The boundary,” he said. “Where the first law bled into the world and nobody bothered to clean it up.” I swallowed. “Can they reach me here?” His mouth curved into something that wasn’t a smile. “Eventually.” The word hit like a clock starting. I hugged myself against the cold. “My mother—”