Edge Of Never Novels & Stories

They only wanted a sacrifice to make Rachel’s life better. Now that Rachel was getting her just desserts, they wanted me to forgive her? How ridiculous. I pulled my hand back and smirked at them. “I told you, our ties were severed from the moment you disowned me. Don’t bother trying to emotionally blackmail me— You’re not worthy.” They turned pale. I looked at their expressions of despair and felt nothing but irony. In the end, Rachel lost her mind. Jason was permanently paralyzed. The Gordons lost everything. Everyone got what they deserved, and the dust settled.

POV RUBY The armored vehicle hummed with a low, predatory vibration as we crossed the border of the county, leaving the burning remains of the O’Shea legacy behind. For three hours, Nevan hadn't spoken. His hands were fused to the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his eyes scanning every shadow on the highway like a wolf sensing a trap. The adrenaline that had fueled my frantic escape was beginning to ebb, replaced by a hollow, aching exhaustion that settled deep in my marrow.

I collapsed in the street with my clothes in disarray. Vanessa Coleman looked at me with eyes full of aching concern and draped a jacket over me. "Don't talk about it," she comforted me. "Let's go home first." The eyes of neighbors and acquaintances cut into me like knives. I shuddered all over and finally believed that I really had been reborn. In my previous life, I had been kidnapped for no clear reason. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own home.

Every time he did, the world sharpened, tethered again to reality. But I could feel something else growing. Something darker. The Heart’s energy wasn’t just power—it was hunger. It wanted to expand. By the time we reached the edge of the mountain range, the snow was thick and heavy. The crescent-shaped ridge of rock rose ahead of us like a sleeping beast, its teeth glinting in the moonlight. Aaron pulled his cloak tighter. “Charming as ever. You sure they’ll even let us in?” “They’ll let me in,” Edward said.

“But if we don’t try, the next fracture won’t stop at the border. It’ll reach Viremont. The packs. Everything.” They kept moving. By dusk, they reached what looked like the edge of a canyon only it wasn’t a canyon. The earth had split in a near-perfect circle, the center filled with mist that shimmered like oil. At the bottom, something pulsed faintly, the same rhythm as the shard in Nora’s hand. Lira peered over the edge. “That’s not natural.” “Nothing about this is,” Nora replied, stepping closer. The shard’s light brightened as she leaned over, almost blinding her. “It’s down there.”