Limbo Story Novels & Stories

she said, skeptically raising an eyebrow. The top floor of the library's restricted section was dark, haunting, and built entirely of maurium. There were maurium lamps scattered senselessly throughout the room without reason, sloppily hanging from wall hooks and set carelessly on shelves or tables, establishing an eerie purple glow throughout the presently deserted area. She glanced around the shadowed room. Bookcases filled with books, dust, and cobwebs lined the walls. There was a large table in the center with a mat on it along with a few stray books with pens and papers. There were piles of books on the ground surrounding the table and some of the shelves, some nearing the height of the

“The answer you seek is not a stone we can simply place in your palm, Bloom. We cannot speak the steps of that ritual directly in this realm. The moment the formula for the First Bloodline’s awakening is put into words here, the balance of Limbo will be damaged beyond repair. But we can tell you where and how to find it. We can show you the path that leads to the power capable of breaking those seals. You must listen. You must learn these truths.” I opened my mouth to object.

He felt her. Now that we have her, we’re not letting her out of our sight. I meant it when I told Lucy I would go to the depths of hell for her. And that is actually where I am now. In the blink of an eye, my body was sucked into limbo, and when it stopped, I was fully naked in a hot place, like a sauna. I should be able to tolerate it, but there was something on fire around me that was burning me from the inside.

Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

"I thought they were 'immortal-extremists', why would they want to help the vampires--immortals--out. What was in it for them?" "Weapons. Ammunition. Ones that had their parts gotten from other immortal dimensions. Dimensions only vampires can trace to." Eyes wide, I asked, "Just how many dimensions are there?" He replied, "Countless." Then he said, "Back to the female. She's being held at Vladimir's coven." Heart thumping with hope, I asked, "Where is that?" Then said, "Wait." I quickly dug into my bag in search of my phone so I could type down the location. In my haste, I mistakenly ripped the zipper.

Finally pulling myself together and letting myself be heard. "You can't certainly mean that, Isabella?" Noah asks in disbelief. "I was honest with you about the situation I've found myself in with Amia and you still decided to marry me." At this Liam looked at me in disbelief and I couldn't help but look away from his disapproving gaze.

Emilio leaned forward, voice quiet now. “Do you think I’ll be a king?” Echo smirked. “No. You’ll be what comes after kings.” ~~~~~~~~~~ FLASHBACK — DIGITAL LIMBO // DURING COMA Flashes of code. Memories torn like fabric. Aria’s voice calling him from the fire. Lorenzo’s bloodstained hand holding the pistol. Echo’s face, not as a rival—but as a mirror. Elias whispering: "You could’ve been more." Emilio’s answer:

Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic," I looked at him for a moment, peering between his eyes before I suddenly started laughing, apparently taking them both by surprise as they gave me weird looks. "Yeah, okay," I snorted, "You almost got me with this one," I let out another laugh, abruptly stopping upon noticing that irritated look on my father's face. But before I could say or do anythi

Then, I took a sip of coffee, letting the faint bitterness linger on my tongue as I savored the taste. Finally, I raised my camera and captured a single snow lotus blooming in the vast, endless ice. I uploaded the photo online with the caption, "Rebirth."

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.