Edge Of Never Novels & Stories

Liam stammered, his words incoherent. "Please, just let me hold Cecilia one last time, I beg you." His eyes were filled with tears. How ironic—and I thought Liam would never shed a tear. I hesitated. After all, Liam was Cecilia's father and the man she had longed to see one last time before she passed away. Just as I was about to hand over the urn in my arms, a voice rang out. "My dear Liam." Mia had arrived without me noticing. She gently wiped away Liam's tears. Her voice was filled with sorrow.

Before I could realize what he was doing, the fire engulfed him completely in the blink of an eye. He collapsed to the floor. Perhaps the pain was too much. He curled up in a fetal position. He murmured softly, “Samantha, did it hurt when you lost the baby? Did it hurt when you died? I remember you were always afraid of pain. I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m coming to see you now.” His voice faded gradually and dissolved into the wind until it was no longer heard. At 6 a.m., the sun rose. The flames disappeared.

The sword known as the treasure of Blade's Reach was destroyed by Adrian. Hansen looked at the shattered Lunar Edge, completely stunned. The next moment, Adrian struck again with the Hellblade, which carried a killing intent that surpassed everything. The attack was about to fall on Hansen's neck.

I picked up the files that were in front of me and excused myself from his presence. He obviously did not take no for an answer so as I was walking away, I pulled me back by the arm. I was alarmed at what he did. I looked around and no one seemed to care what was going on with us. Even Tam. “I would love for you to…..” what I was saying died in my throat when I heard the voice of someone I wasn't expecting to hear. “If you know what is good for you Edwards, you better take your hand off of the lady.” My eyes widened at how venomous his voice sounded. It scared me to no end.

They never left me alone my entire life even for a second and all of sudden they just died. I went into depression and it took so many consultants to coax me into accepting that they are never gonna come back. Slowly but gradually I started accepting it. It took so much work from my nana to make me feel alive again. But everything turned devastating the moment the two of the most cruel people I ever met came into my life. They made my life a living hell. They killed nanna in front of my eyes. They tortured me for three years straight, with all the different kinds of turtle you can think of.

Might have even been a lookalike. ‘My Sadie has eyes like an eagle’s. She never forgets a face. And a girl like her, she has a face you don’t forget so soon. Striking blue eyes and a pale skin. If she says it’s her, then it’s her. And for me, I was out shoveling snow in the front yard when I saw her drop down from the cab and walk cautiously into the…’ A violent cough, stinging to the ear, cut him short jerking him back and forth. Sadie was beside him in a split second, even faster than the officers.

Three feet in and he wobbled like a newborn deer. I bit back a laugh. "Something funny, Cole?" he snapped. "You. Obviously." I circled him slowly. "Hockey skates have two edges. Figure skates have one. You're fighting the ice because you don't know how to find your center." He didn't answer. Just pushed off harder, trying to prove me wrong. His left foot slipped. I moved on instinct and grabbed his arm before he ate it. For half a second we were locked together - my fingers wrapped around his forearm, his hand gripping my shoulder for balance. He was heavier than he looked. Solid. Warm.

A low growl started deep in his chest—a sound that vibrated through the metal bench and into my own bones. "Dust," Viggo rumbled. "Sulfur. And... fear. Old fear. Waiting fear." "Range?" "Close. The canyon ahead." I leaned forward to peer through the reinforced slit of the viewport. Outside, the world was a blur of red dust and grey rock. We were entering the Razor’s Edge. A narrow pass flanked by towering cliffs of unstable sandstone. It was the perfect kill zone. "Check weapons," Barzil ordered. The sound of charging gauntlets and safety catches clicking off filled the small space. Click-clack. I reached for the combat knife at my belt. My hand shook slightly.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

I mustered all of my strength and screamed for help, but it was useless. My blood cells felt like they were tearing themselves apart from the inside. Every inch of me was rejecting itself, splitting, and collapsing. I knew what hemorrhaging felt like, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The silver spread like a shadow, consuming me bit by bit. Right before death took me, only a single thought lingered in my mind. When Tobias and Nicholas found out I was dead, would they regret it at all?