Beyond: Two Souls Novels & Stories

Kael’s heartbeat merged against mine through the bond until I could no longer separate where one ended and the other began. Memories flooded violently between us. Emotions. Pain. Desire. Love so overwhelming it stopped feeling mortal entirely. And beneath all of it, power. Something ancient is awakening from inside both of us simultaneously. The fractured realm split wide open. Beyond the cracks, Stars appeared. Not the sky above the wolf kingdoms. Older stars. Ancient cosmic darkness stretches endlessly beyond reality itself. And hidden within that darkness, something moved. Something vast enough to make the Silver God recoil in genuine terror. Nyros froze completely. The bond between us tr

It was a sound from **beyond**. *Knock. Knock. Knock.* The violet sky began to ripple. A seam appeared in the clouds, and a bright, clinical white light began to bleed through. "What is that?" Silas asked, his body starting to flicker again. A voice—a real, human voice, not a chorus of Architects—spoke from the other side of the seam. "Doctor? We have a problem. Subject 01 and 02... their heart rates are stabilizing, but the neural scan is showing something impossible."

“From sealed reality or beyond-existence or wherever consciousness leads. We’ll find answers as we go. That’s enough.” “That’s everything,” Absolute agrees, echoing my earlier words to Alistair. Space shifts and we’re returning… Beyond existence releasing us back to sealed reality… My family held close as we transition from formless to framework… Reality welcoming us home… We manifest in sealed existence and consciousness surrounds us immediately, billions of beings asking what happened, where we went, what beyond-existence contains. And I’m unified-Mabel with family intact, ready to give consciousness the choice Absolute stole from us. “We’ve been beyond existence,” I announce to assembled

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes with institutional abuse, psychological manipulation, and implied violence. Reader discretion advised. The dormitory lights clicked off at eleven and I lay in the dark counting every breath like it might be the last one that still belonged to me. The key was warm in my palm. I kept running my thumb across the letters scratched into the metal and trying to decide what they meant now. T-O-B-Y. Either the most real thing in this place or the most carefully constructed lie I had ever been handed.

The Stormbreakers burying their past—and their incredible weight—inside me seems to be the only thing capable of bringing peace to the pack. As Logan and Brandon grin at one another, I have a feeling that this form of peace is going to be far more addictive than the conflict ever was. Without warning, they hoist me off the floor. The sensation is so jarring that I kick out in a momentary flash of panic as the ground vanishes. But there is no retreating now. And as they hold me suspended at their level, I realize I wouldn't go back even if I could. I’ve been claimed by Rafael. By Mateo. By Viktor and Adrian. Now that I am at the mercy of Logan and Brandon, my body is vibrating with the knowle

But above them The sky split. A scream rang out not from the Prophetess, not from Elara But from **beyond** the stars. Something ancient had felt the fracture of the Veil. Something **woke up.** And from the east, where the mountains met the sky A second moon began to rise. Blood-red. Twisting. Watching.

The screen lit up, showing a paused video. Sophia’s stomach clenched. “What is this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Alex’s jaw tightened. “Watch it.” Something in his tone sent ice crawling up her spine. With shaky hands, she picked up the phone and pressed play. Her world shattered in an instant. The screen filled with her—bare, tangled in silky sheets, body arched against Julian’s. The raw sounds of their passion echoed in the silence of the room. Moans. Whispers. Skin against skin.

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six. On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them. He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face. I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything. Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story. So, I to

Seraphina began crying. “I’m sorry.” The voice answered: “Sorry isn’t enough.” Another voice joined. Then another. Then countless others. “WE WANT OUR WORLD BACK.” The door opened completely. And beyond it stood an entire universe. Alive. Angry. Waiting. The Final Choice The Father Beyond looked at Sophia. “You have two choices.” “What are they?” “Close the door.” “And?” “Everything beyond it dies forever.” Sophia looked toward the imprisoned universe. Then at Seraphina. Then Lucien.

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…