Limbo Chapter 34 Novels & Stories

Chapter 44 is the BATTLE CHAPTER and it's going to be EPIC! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

The whisper of his words sent each hair into an upright position down my body and my shoulders froze. “The King was never the key,” The pressure of an arm pushing me aside had me down on the ground and I watched as Gabe lunged at Zade. But where there should be two there were only one. Gabe sat on his knees in the middle of a black cloud, the fog that seeped away from between his fingers and melted into the wind. Eventually, it was just him, he hung his head and his hands were relaxed at his sides. That’s what the limbo was, it made sense, Zade knew he might need a quick getaway. Not that he was without it when all of him was present in one place.

I could say that the mold odor of that room lived up to its essence. "This is limbo," she said, without any emotion in her voice. I could no longer see her features, she was made of that same darkness I knew first. I didn't know if I was smiling, or if I was serious. His voice also did not reveal any sign of feelings. "It is the place where human souls who have not committed sins, but are still unworthy of the presence of God for the lack of baptism, are sent. The place where Elena Flamel would go, if you hadn't chosen her.”

BECCA’S POV The concrete was freezing, but in my head, I was running through a field of fire. I was back at the university gate, but everyone was holding funeral candles. I turned to run, but my feet were stuck in a thick, black sludge that smelled of filth and old blood. "You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!"

Was marching toward the fortress with the enemy. End of Chapter Thirty

Pulling on memory to guide me, I hurried across the bitter cold ground as best as I could under the circumstances. I had to vigorously rub my eyes to keep them working properly. The house was in sight, but still a small distance away. As I pushed my body toward it, my vision blurred to the extent that I felt blinded. That darned house was so near and yet so far. I didn’t stop to think about what I might do if Tillman was home. He had, after all, kidnapped me and used up most of the magic in the box to force Lance into marrying Lilith. At least, that’s what Anton insisted happened.

"And the Guest is already clearing the path for us. The snow in the north is starting to melt, Mom. The ice is crying." ​The hook was set. The 168th chapter ended with the sound of a thousand footsteps hitting the pavement in perfect unison. We were leaving the sanctuary to find the origin of the scream.

I could not see a title—only strange patterns that twisted and shook as if they knew I was looking. Then— The letters changed. They rearranged themselves, curling into words I could suddenly read. "The Truth You Refuse to See." A sharp chill raked down my spine. “Don’t touch it,” Lucian warned. But it was too late. My fingers had already closed around the book’s surface. And the world— Vanished. Lucian’s POV One moment, we were standing in the chamber. The next— We were somewhere else. The ground beneath me felt unstable, shifting like mist yet solid under my boots. The air was different—colder, sharper, laced with something metallic.

Chapter 33: A Desperate Touch Evie's heart hammered a frantic tattoo against her ribs as the colossal entity's shadow loomed over her. Its massive, shadowy hand, dripping with a viscous darkness, seemed to stretch towards her with agonizing slowness. The weight of her decision pressed down on her like a physical burden – a desperate gamble that could either save Aethel or unleash a cataclysmic chain reaction. Across the battlefield, Elara's form flickered, her last reserves of energy spent holding back the monstrous creatures. Liam stood frozen, a flicker of recognition warring with the malevolent red glow in his eyes.

Selene interrupted, her voice pitching to that saintly register that used to soothe me. She gestured at my boots, at the spilled spirit. "The Highland spirit has you hallucinating. Lumira is in her bungalow, asleep. This is exactly what that woman wanted - to humiliate you, to make you chase ghosts." She took my hand, her grip iron. "Come back to the floor. The final dance is starting. Don't let her win." I looked at the obsidian door. Felt the weight behind it — something ancient and waiting, something that knew I'd hesitate.