Limbo Novels & Stories

I quickly turn to see Ruby standing in front of a basin that is sitting on a carved stone pedestal. "Ruby, what is this place, how do we get back?" I ask, walking closer trying to figure out why I’m here. I look around to see things slowly take shape, it is like we are in an ancient castle that has been reclaimed by the forest. "This is where you will carry out your duties to guide the dead, these fountains are how you'll place them where they belong, helping them move on. This realm is like limbo, where souls come to be born again or to move on to their afterlife," Ruby answers, she steps to the side revealing two shorter pedestals, one on each side of the ta

It sounded like the song of a bird he didn't know, but that he appreciated. When Lucifron entered that limbo, where he found himself in Gary's mind, he rejoiced. Limbo was different, and next to his feet, it felt more like a grassy space. He could hear the rippling of a river now, but he still couldn't see it. - Gary, are you here? - he asked into the horizon. - I'm here. – He hears on his right, and that's where he turns. When the two are face to face, Gary gets up and hugs him.

She was like a carbon copy of Sienna, her features were a lot like hers and her personality was Eric’s. All was well, I guess. It was as good as it could be. But it couldn't ever be forgotten by anyone, they always thought it was only the 7 of them, but Lilith could feel him there. She could feel him always around and that made 8. 8 is fate as they say. The thought brought tears to Lilith's eyes and everyone noticed. They could only look with sorrow in their own eyes. No matter how long it had been, Lilith was never going to recover. Maybe not even Malakai.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

As it moved, I felt a strange pull in the air, a tug at my very soul that made me feel lightheaded. "I am the one who waits," the figure replied, its voice still echoing, as though there were multiple voices speaking in unison. "The one who oversees all who come here. This is the Limbo of Potential, where your true path is revealed. Where your fate is sealed." "Limbo of Potential?" I echoed, barely able to grasp the weight of the words. "What do you mean? What’s happening to me?"

“Now is a good time to tell us what that creature is.” “Tombling,” she rushes out. “It's literally the dead framework of someone, resurrected and infused with a command. But this particular someone is someone I know, and she is definitely hell-bent on killing me.” “What the fuck! Who?” “It’s a long story. But I don’t know how the Liminal order got her here. You all should stay back. I can kill it, it knows me, and it saw me out there. It won't stop until it either kills me or I kill it. And the latter will be the case. So, you have nothing to worry about.”

"You were mumbling in your sleep, 'Don't abandon me. Don't shove me.' What's haunting you?" I calmed down, realizing Andrea's post had resurrected my past traumas. In the dream, my parents dumped me at boarding school, the endless dark corridors amplifying my terror. I pleaded to go home with them, only to be rebuffed coldly. Then the scene morphed to the icy ocean, water choking me as I screamed silently for rescue. Trembling, I clung to Levi, unleashing a torrent of tears. He rocked me soothingly, his steady presence a lifeline. The heat from his chest grounded me in the present.

"Your spirit was trapped in the rift between worlds. That is where the Lycan souls go when they have no bodies to hold them." I repeat what Sombra told me to Lucia. My friend’s face pales, her eyebrows knitting together in a mix of horror and confusion. "The rift? Is that a real place? Like, a physical location?" "It is a realm beyond the touch of the living," Sombra explains through me. "A place of immense power and even greater rot. It is where our kind rests when we are not bound to the earth. It is a dangerous place for a soul as young as yours."

The head hazer along with his four scary generals were standing in the tent at the field. 45.. 46.. Noah felt his head spinning. He kept dragging his feet. 50.. 51.. He was feeling dizzy. His vision blurred. Dark spots were dancing in front of his eyes. He was sweating from top to toe. His feet were aching and burning with the blisters. 63..64.... Jasper could see the faint spots of blood wherever Noah left his footstep. His heart was aching too. But discipline is discipline. He could tolerate anything but misbehave.

The lantern flame shivered as if it could feel the sound. “Poios eísai…?” (Who’s there?) Red points opened in the dark—two at first, then another pair lower, wrong in their spacing. The light wobbled in his hands. He took a step back; the rack bit his spine. A shape uncoiled from shadow. Long where it shouldn’t be, jointed where bone had no right. The smell came first—iron and damp stone and something like old meat that remembered being warm. “Boítheia!”