Divinity Closing The Rift Novels & Stories

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.

“…is gone.” Luca turned to Aria instantly. “No. There has to be another way.” Aria placed her hand over his. “We knew there would be a cost.” “I didn’t agree to this one,” he said, voice breaking despite himself. She smiled softly. “That’s why it worked.” That night, the Rift sealed itself. Not violently. Gently. Stone sliding into place, mist dissolving into air, ancient paths closing forever. When dawn came, there was no scar left in the land—only fertile ground where nothing had grown before.

he asked, his voice low, urgent. Elara’s eyes were glassy, unfocused. “It wasn’t just her—my sister. There were others. Figures shrouded in flame and shadow, standing at the mouth of a chasm… chanting. I heard my name woven into their song like a dirge.” Her voice cracked. “They want me to open something.” Dain’s eyes narrowed. “The Rift. They’re trying to use you to unseal the Rift between worlds.” Kael stiffened. “That’s suicide. That seal was placed by the Ancients themselves—”

I would spend the rest of my life repenting. One night, a halo of light seemed to surround Madeline's tombstone. I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Then, I saw her—a figure in the distance. "Madeline," I whispered, chasing after her. She did not turn around and just kept walking toward the light. Just before she disappeared, she said, "Ean, don't follow me. And don't cry at my grave. I don't want to see you." I jolted awake, the dream still clinging to me. The wind whispered around me, urging me to let her go.

Wings torn, halos shattered, light dimming. The battlefield glowed with the final light of dying immortals. He clutched the figure closer. “You weren’t supposed to be here.” He choked. “I told you not to follow me.” They tried to smile. But blood spilled instead. Valarieth’s vision blurred. “I can’t lose you. Not you. Anyone but you.” Above him, the sky began to split open. A divine rift—a crack in the veil between worlds. Time stuttered. Light bled in from a realm no one should’ve reached.

"The rift sings a melody unknown to even the cosmic symphony. Our steps must align with its cadence." Draken, his gaze fixed on the pulsating rift, warned, "We are venturing into uncharted territory. Be prepared for anything, and let our unity be our strength." Lysandra, her eyes ablaze with determination, declared, "The convergence brought us here for a reason. Whatever awaits us beyond the rift, we face it together." As the guardians approached the pulsating rift, its luminous glow intensified. The celestial oracle, appearing once more, spoke with a weighty prophecy, "Guardians, the rift is both a gateway and a crucible. What you find within will shape the destiny of the cosmos."

The growth in the ants' strength, and the increase in loyalty, compared to the improvement in Ethan Brooks' abilities, had a fundamental difference, because it meant he was no longer an ordinary person. But just when Ethan Brooks was exhausted and didn't want to move any further, waves of wildly agitated psychic fluctuations came, accompanied by warnings of danger, causing Ethan Brooks to suddenly sit up from the ground. It was sent out by Sparta!

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."

No one noticed that all of the blood had seeped into the ground, however. Rising Void's eyes glinted as his gaze shot toward the Divine Tree. The Heavenly Eagle King would not allow him to gain the upper hand, however. He swept his sleeves, creating a huge energy wave that gushed forward. The Perfected Immortal immediately raised his palms to withstand the force, and their clash caused the ground and surrounding mountains to tremble. Rocks began flying around and even the Divine Tree in the middle could not stop shaking.

“Oh I see, so after your brother and sister gave Lucifer the fuel he needed to make me his slave you want the credit for my soul. Abaddon gave me this assignment for a reason. This soul is mine and it sounds like you guys are just out of luck.” Daniels' irritation all over his face. His eyes began to turn black slowly. Greed backed up from Daniel as Wrath stood between him and his siblings. “I already told you we are not doing this, not today.” Wrath yelled. Daniel smirked as he looked up at Wrath, his eyes as dark as midnight. He moved his arms out and exposed his wings. The ground beneath him started to catch fire. “YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN TAKE ME ?” Daniel yelled in a voice so deep it wo