Limbo Novels & Stories

I gave him an annoyed smile. “This way.” Pops called us. We have a carriage that looks like a giant skull and is being pulled by black goats. “Where are we? I mean on what specific spot in hell we are now?” I said, just to avoid any sarcastic remarks from Seth. “We are in Limbo. This is the first circle and the most peaceful part of hell. It is mostly where people who didn't have the chance to be baptized but are technically good people when they are living, go. As well as people who are waiting for their specific destination here in Hell. It is also located at top of the hierarchy, so when forgiven souls have been granted a chance to go up, the angels pick th

Tyce chimed in. "I'm afraid not," Sybil replied. "It's been ten moon cycles now. Ten is the number of rebirth. If her wolf did not come back, she is too far gone and there is nothing we can do. I'd hoped otherwise, but continuing to try would be theft on my part. I even checked her wolf's location in the death realm, and she was so close, practically through the veil. If she couldn't step through when she was so close, well, pardon my phrasing, but it's much like beating a dead wolf to keep trying."

I opened my mouth to quickly change the subject before I did say anything that was out of line when Tom jumped in and did it for me. "Where did you come from?" he demanded trying to find the car she drove up in. I guess he thought she might have hidden it behind some non-existent tree. Avamarie raised a sardonic eyebrow at him and gave a little shrug. "The In-Between," Confusion and skepticism warred on Tom's face. "The what?" "The In-Between… Limbo. The place where all trapped souls go. Or rather they used," she explained. There was no confusion in his eyes this time. The skepticism was all that was left and it shined like a bright candle on a dark night.

She looked unsure of what was happening and hesitantly brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his index finger. Brett pulled them back and turned his palm over to examine what he wrote on it. He looked back and Sapphire and pushed his lips out, forming a small sad face. “Sorry, Sapphire. It’s Statue of Liberty for today.” “What?” Sapphire asked and pulled his hand to examine what he wrote.. On the index finger was written ‘S’ and on the middle, one was written ‘L’.

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

Possibly, my purpose lay elsewhere, and I wondered if I was dedicated enough to die for this mission. As I weighed my options, Lucifer’s wings enveloped me. “Choose wisely,” King Lucifer murmured. “For even in Limbo, consequences echo.” his words echoed. I made the decision to twist and turn in an attempt to escape. Still, before I could act, King Lucifer swiftly tossed me into Limbo’s freezing, ice-covered ground. The impact was bone-jarring—a collision with the very fabric of existence. Lucifer’s strength slammed me into the cracked ground of the Neutral Zone, stars exploding behind my eyes.

“What is that?” Melissa looked at each of them before answering. “Valtora is forbidden magic. Old dark magic. So evil that it has tried to be erased. It binds the soul outside the body just moments before death, freezing the physical form in a state just shy of true death. The spirit can’t pass on, can’t return, can’t rest.” She turned her eyes back to my body. “It’s a cursed limbo. And it’s not done by accident.” Cecilia’s hand covered her mouth. Philip looked pale for the first time since I’d known him.

I ask. “Yes,” they both reply, smiling warmly. “It’s time. We can talk more another day,” Iamem says, picking up the towel and getting ready to dry me off. I fall into thought about it all. In Morbóvia, there’s a portal to the underworld—the land of the dead. I know they can’t return to life or leave their realm, but realizing my friends come from there feels strange. They’re spirits, not just shadows. They walk between the living and the dead.

Just eerie silence, like a fake sky in some video game. “You new here?” I jumped. Behind me stood a tall, pale guy—skinny as a rake. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, maybe. The way he dressed screamed 1960s. I figured he’d been stuck in this place a long time. “Just got here... like five minutes ago. What is this place?” “The Drifted Grey,” he said. “A limbo for supernatural souls—drifting between worlds. Too lost for Valemoon, not dead enough for the spirit realm.”

“If everything you've shown me—my parents' past, Victoria's fear, her hatred—is standing outside my door, then I'm ready to face her.” I took another step. “I'll make her answer for every tear my mother shed. For every battle my father fought. Now show me the way out of Limbo.” The three shadows slowly raised their hands and folded them across their chests. For one final time, the dull gray air of Limbo descended upon me with crushing weight. The force wrapped around my soul and began dragging me downward... Toward the chaotic world waiting beyond. Toward the scent of blood. Toward reality. Then the three ancestors spoke togethe