Limbo Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

When I finally reached Oscar I felt my body collapse onto the ground soon after, all I saw was darkness. It's cold, why am I cold? I slowly open my eyes and I start to blink rapidly to gain back my vision. "Gabriella." I hear someone beside me gasp in shock. I groaned as I gained back my vision. "Where am I? And why am I cold." I questioned

THE CHOICE IS YOURS “You’re neither dead nor alive Haven, just something in between, that was why you got stuck in the void.” Selene explained carefully. “ Is that normal?” Haven asked. “ Well…. “ Selene paused, looking for the right words to use “ I guess it’s normal for the few ones who still have something left to do. Their soul doesn’t agree to leave their body completely so they get stuck in a limbo. It’s their choice to decide if they want to live or die. "

I heard footsteps coming closer but I was too tired to know who was trailing behind me. "…eda. Freda!" I looked around, the change of environment was indeed appalling. I got up looking around, hearing that familiar voice. "What is this place?" I asked but the echo of my voice was all the reply I could get. "It is called limbo." I turned to my back and saw him. Aaron. \ "No, you are dead. Am I dead?" I asked.

I question with ire. “When Lamia visited Cambiador, they also traveled to a place called Tolba. A lost pack of pride Lions. There, they were shown a library that contained information since the dawn of this realm. It also contained a mirror, a portal between realms.” Hunji paused for a breath and looked to Morgan to carry on with the story.

I rubbed my thighs together trying to ease the pressure building up between my legs. His warm, soft lips pressed sensually to my neck, which made me even weaker and more anxious wanting him to keep going and not stop, until the agony that was nagging me between my legs stopped. The final straw was when he squeezed my left thigh with his big, rough hand, it was as if my soul left my body and came back, it felt so good. Unable to stop myself, my lips parted and a stubborn moan escaped. Julian's lips trailed down my neck to my cheek, stopping at the corner of my mouth as his hand continued to squeeze and caress my thigh.

A spirit wolf's blood on the mirror would seal an anguished soul’s fate into an endless loop, and before I could fully comprehend the gravity of my actions—or before Arion could stop me—I had already fed the mirror my blood. In that singular moment, everything shifted; what followed became a creation of my own delusion. My deepest desires began to manifest within this endless loop as Virgil's soul and my spirit got sucked into the void that is the mirror of Eternity, shaping worlds and visions of what I longed for the most. Now, in this limbo, I am bound forever, trapped in a reality of my making. If I were ever forced to leave it behind, everything I had buil

They drifted past us without a word, as if they were ghosts, lost in a limbo of their own. “What is this place?” Elara muttered again, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and fascination. “It’s the limbo,” Jarek spoke up from behind me. His voice held a strange resonance, as though the very air here affected him differently. “The space between the worlds. It’s where souls wander when they’ve not yet moved on.” I turned to him, my eyes narrowing. “Souls?” He nodded solemnly. “This place isn’t meant for the living, but the dead. Those who were never able to cross over, those whose fates were sealed in darkness. We need to be caref

Like they could sense the storm inside her, like they waited for the moment she lost control. Vel’thra nex umbraa… To awaken from shadows. Vel’aruun nex morvex… Do again from silence… The voices rose, layered and chaotic, clawing at her skull from all directions. Whispers, laughter, sobs, screams—all mingling and overlapping. Some spoke in languages she understood; others slipped across her tongue in ways her mouth mimicked but her mind couldn’t parse. The words didn’t just echo in her head—they dug in, scratching at nerves and bones, thrumming through her blood like a second heartbeat.

"But I don't remember hitting the ground." "You didn't." Amon started walking again, slower this time. "Not in the way you're thinking. When you die violently, suddenly, sometimes your soul gets... displaced. Pulled into places like this." "Places like what, exactly?" I looked around at the empty, fog-shrouded city. "What is Lenore?" "An underground country. Sealed away from your world." He gestured vaguely at the gray sky above us. "We're not on the surface anymore, Lucille. We're beneath it. Far beneath it."