Divinity Closing The Rift Novels & Stories

“Don’t forget that we have a class meeting in the dining hall for lunch, be there or be square!” Layla groaned and grabbed her backpack as she made her way down the hall to head to lunch. _____________________________________________________________________ Layla sat with Perse and Javier, slowly eating from her fruit bowl as Dr. Thalia stood before their student body. “Today we will have the upcoming Divine Convergence!” She announced from her podium. The sounds of cheers filled the room. She waited for everyone to quiet down again. “This will be your chance to show honor to your Houses. By showing your power, “ she said looking around the crowd expectantly. Her eyes lingered on Layla a lit

I began the incantation. “By the breath of the cursed. By the blood of the fallen. Let the gates of silence open. Let memory answer. Souls of the Rift, I call you—not as Queen, not as mage—but as one who mourns. Come forward. Speak.” The ground beneath the Rift cracked. The runes sparked. Elia screamed as the air split open like a torn veil—mist pouring out in ribbons of blue and green. Shadows flickered between the trees. Shapes formed—humanoid. Familiar.

Draven snarled. He lunged forward—reaching for Elaria’s outstretched hand. Their fingertips brushed. The world detonated. Light and shadow collided in a blinding storm. The rift screamed, folding inward, sucking everything toward its core. Elaria’s cry echoed as she was flung backward, vanishing into the white. Draven was thrown the opposite way, the force tearing him apart from every direction. Through the chaos, one last sound pierced through— Rhovan’s whisper, deep in his mind.

A foothold into our reality. As the reality-ripping sounds continued to surround me, one of the Circle members shouted at me, “We can’t seal it! Her name was Thalia, I recalled. Young. Powerful. Now bleeding out of her nose as divine power burned too quickly through her. “Every time we attempt, it simply devours the seal. Multiplies our power into more of ourselves.” I understood the problem immediately. Seals that were traditionally used closed rifts with divine energy. The Devourer, however, fed on divine energy. Each struggle only made it stronger.

“I have watched you… and chosen you. My light… my soul… will strengthen your Hollow Star.” Iris knelt, cupping the pup in her hands. “But the cost?” “The cost is me,” the Spirit said. “And you… must give all you are to close the Rift.” Aiden’s voice broke behind her. “Don’t do this. Please. There has to be another way!” “There isn’t,” Iris said softly, cradling the Spirit close. “But if this ends with peace, it will be worth it.” The Spirit dissolved into motes of silver light that sank into Iris’s chest. Her body glowed, hair lifting as divine energy rippled outward.

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Finally, with a reluctant sigh, I nodded. “Stay close to me at all times” I said firmly. Evelyn gave a resolute nod, and together we left the room, stepping into the chaos outside. The pack was assembled, warriors and vampires alike standing in tense anticipation. The guardians were in formation, their powers simmering just beneath the surface. The fae, the witches, and the vampires radiated a combined energy that was almost palpable. Then it happened. Rifts began to tear open in the air, swirling with black and crimson light. Out of these unnatural holes emerged Daimon and his army beasts twisted by darkness, their snarls and roars echoing across the battlefield.

I swear I was 50 shades of crimson by the time I got back to the nurse’s station. “Mmmm you know who I wouldn’t mind playing hard with? That guy.” Danna whispers to me. “Dr. Longbella?!” I feign, like I wasn’t just drooling over a hot dad 15 seconds ago. “No! Matthew Christiansen. Rich. Hot. And a dad. He’s like a triple threat.” “Omg D… keep your scrubs on” I roll my eyes and swat at her. “It’s no wonder you and Brandon have like 9 kids.”

The ancient seer’s shoulders dropped, and the weight of centuries of knowledge seemed to press down on her as she gently cupped Pyra’s face. “My dear child,” Madraya whispered, her thumbs wiping away Pyra’s tears. “Fate is a cruel mistress, and the spirits have spoken. Powerful as you and I are, we stand no chance. The blood of the one who danced in the smoke of Crimson Ashes is the only key to closing the rift.” Pyra’s jaw clenched, her heart hammering against her ribs. “There has to be another way. Please. Don’t make me lose him. I’m…I’m not ready.”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”