Limbo Novels & Stories

Everything seemed like a very different reality, and I would be pleased to continue just meditating on that pleasant silence, on that place without pain and without hatred. I was in a dark place, where only one light leaked from the high ceiling towards me, so my eyes took a long time to get used to the beams of light that illuminated only one corner of the room. I took a step in the direction of the light, wanting to illuminate myself and the place where my feet touched. Everything else remained in darkness, and I remembered very well that I had already been there in what seemed like years or millennia ago, knowing that it was Limbo. My ears recorded a moveme

Althea kissed my cheeks before she let me go. My eyes met Lucius, and I smiled weakly at him. “[Paratus sum nunc, mi rex.]” I am ready, my king. He nodded his head before snaking an arm around my waist and extending his other hand for Althea and Blade to take. He shared his mind with me, and in a blink of an eye, our bodies were sucked into limbo. My hold on Adora tightened, and we ended up in the place where a big bonfire was waiting for her. I knew this was the first and last time I would be holding her dead body, but I knew that one day when my soul perished, I would be free to find her in the spirit realm, and I would be able to hold her again.

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

As Leonard stepped out of the monitoring room, a sinister grin crept across his face, twisting his otherwise calm features. The dim light in the hallway cast long shadows, accentuating the dark satisfaction in his eyes. Slowly, he made his way to his bedroom, where two additional versions of himself stood motionless, waiting.

“Now, I know not who you are, girl, nor how you do so perfectly resemble her, but it is certain you are not Madam Vaal.” When I feel the men in leather closing in, I look up to find their upside-down figures gathering just around my head. I missed once and I failed. And there’s no hope of me trying again to see if there’ll be another miss. Strange, because never have I, in a second, thought that death can claim the afterlife as well, or whatever this is. So, what? Will I find myself in another era of a different death world? Or will I just be gone? Limbo, I mean.

“It’s not meant to feel right. This world is… in-between. A bridge between realms, where time and reality blend.” Aria turned to him. “How do you know?” Lucian hesitated, his expression darkening. “Because I’ve read about it. This isn’t just any place—it’s the Liminal Expanse. A realm where choices become consequences, and everything we do here shapes what comes next.” Kael scowled. “Great. Another cryptic place where the rules don’t make sense. Just what we needed.”

“Like it’s not supposed to exist.” Vivienne crouched to examine the ground, her dagger tapping lightly against the cracked stone. “This isn’t natural,” she said. “It’s been warped by something—something powerful.” Crane held up the resonance map, the glowing points shifting erratically across its surface. “The balance is weaker here,” he said, his voice tight with concern. “It’s like the fabric of this place is... unraveling.” Callan stepped forward, their glowing form cutting through the strange light. “This is a liminal space—a boundary between what was and what is. The force is strong here, but so is the balance. We must tread carefully.”

“The cursed half of her soul is deep within Umbra’s Core. In the darkest part of it—called the Nadir. But no one who’s ever gone there has returned.” “I’ll make it through,” I replied without hesitation. “Listen to me carefully,” Lyreth said, her voice suddenly firm. “The path to the Nadir is not just physical. You’ll have to cross the boundary between reality and pure shadow. You’ll be tested—not by enemies, but by yourself. Illusions. Regrets. Guilt. Everything inside you will rise to pull you down.” I met her gaze steadily. “But I won’t go alone. Halvar will come with me. And I have Thora.”

POV DARLENE The True Soul of the First Luna was not a place of light, but a labyrinth of infinite, intersecting mirrors, each one vibrating with the hum of a billion discarded timelines. As I passed through the Thirteenth Gate, the weight of the "Liminal North" vanished, replaced by a terrifying buoyancy. I wasn't walking; I was drifting through a sea of liquid silver and frozen thoughts, my own body flickering like a dying star as the "Voice" I had claimed began to tear at my atoms.

It showed a Double-Helix made of pure Gold and Silver light, twisting in a slow, agonizing dance that looked less like life and more like a struggle. ​“It’s us, Mama,” Liam said, his voice sounding small and hollow, echoing as if he were speaking from the bottom of a well. He reached out a hand toward the black glass. “The mountain says we are 'Error 404.' It says we aren't supposed to be here. It’s trying to 'Correct' the math.”