Beyond: Two Souls Novels & Stories

Leo shouted. Luca's eyes darted back and forth from Leo to Maisie. Just then Maisie’s eyes opened and their eyes locked. She screamed through her eyes at him to not leave her behind with Leo. Maisie felt as though her soul had left her body when Luca slowly looked away and walked toward the door. She held her breath as she watched the door close behind him leaving her alone with the devil himself.

Liam's strength utterly transcended the boundaries of their comprehension. At that very moment, Monochrome Duo Wraiths began to question their understanding of martial arts itself. Earlier, White Wraith had considered whether he and Black Wraith should take a gamble: one of them would confront the female martial arts Ascendant, while the other would capture the man named Liam Burrey. In the end, to play it safe, they chose not to take such a reckless gamble. Now, they were painfully aware that they had made the right choice! If the woman was a martial arts Ascendant, then as for the man named Liam... they could not even begin to describe his existence!

“Of what?” Aeron’s smile returned slowly. “Of us.” High above the fractured sky— Beyond heaven. Beyond hell. Beyond Aether’s seam— Something shifted. Not intervening. Not yet. But interested. Because for the first time— Two anomalies had touched. And neither had broken.

of the Gallery, his form a solid, glowing mercury-white. "The 'Second Transaction' is a 'Soul-Split', Silas Blackwood," the Project Manager announced. "The Author has agreed to 'Duplicate' the North. One version will stay in the 'Unmapped' state, living the 'Happy Ending' the audience wants. The other version... the 'Real' version... will stay here, in Sector 0. You will be the 'Donors' for the 'New Genome' until the debt of the miracle is paid." "You want us to 'Sell the Dream' while we 'Live the Nightmare'?" Silas roared, his gold-veined wolf form erupting in a final, terminal pillar of heresy.

But instead, Mira-Eve’s gaze held the same strange, unblinking calculation Savannah had seen in her before—the gaze of someone not entirely child, not entirely innocent. Then—across the flooded boulevard—a giant news screen crackled to life, its light casting warped reflections across the rippling water. Weston’s face filled the screen. His voice, smooth and surgical, cut through the storm as though the rain itself bowed to it. "The twins… were only prototypes." His eyes, even on the broadcast, seemed to seek her out. "Phase Two… is already alive." The words landed with a weight heavier than the storm. Savannah’s skin prickled with cold that had nothing to do with the rain. It was as though

I lie there, stunned, eyes blinking against the light. Liora’s boots appear beside me. “That,” she says, “was twice as powerful as yesterday.” “I didn’t mean to—” “No, but you felt too much. And Vessel magic doesn’t care what you mean. It reacts to your truth.” I sit up, chest heaving. My claws are still out. “I saw him again,” I whisper. Liora sighs, she doesn't ask who. “You’re bonded,” she says. “Even without a ritual, your souls are tangled. And that makes you a threat to yourself, and to the pack.”

~ Brendan POV cont. ~ A mixture of sounds lingered around me – gasps and exhales of relief of my banishment from some, and cries of despair from my mother. It felt like I had been ripped from my body, giving me an out-of-body experience. I could feel every element of my being, my heart and soul, being doused with loathing and set ablaze with a thousand flames. There was no use arguing anymore; I could feel the disconnect of my soul from the pack instantly.

And far beyond the mortal world, in a realm of eternal twilight, three souls — fire, lightning, and onyx — stirred as one. The bond pulsed once. Then twice. A promise echoing through time itself. We will find each other again. THE END.

I could not accept this fate! Just as I was about to surrender, a clear voice broke through the desperate silence. "Doctor, we found the patient's husband! He's in Ward 302 with another pregnant woman." "What?" The doctor raised his voice in disbelief. "His wife is in critical condition, and he's keeping another woman company? This is outrageous!" I couldn't make out what came next as another wave of intense pain hit me, and I lost consciousness completely. When I awoke again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, utterly drained.

That, more than the eyes or the height or the ridiculous ease of him, was the thing Kairo suspected he was never going to recover from. “Places,” Renata called. The break was over. Kairo walked back to his mark. Zaire’s hand found his waist again, steady and familiar, and Kairo gave the best performance of his life in that rehearsal room, surrounded by people who had no idea what they were actually watching or how badly he was losing his mind inside.