Liminal Space Books Novels & Stories

My heart tugged in happiness for I loved books, they're stress relieving. "I want to start reading," I said giggling then run my feet to the most colorful cabinet. My hand was so close to grabbing the first book but someone interrupted me. "Later, Sam. There's more to see." We went to the room's floor where all of the rooms were located. There were seven classy, exquisite, modern, and expensive-looking rooms including my room and his room. The first room was his parent's room, the second was his, the third was mine and the rest was specially made for the visitors.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

But every book I picked up was a dead end, filled with useless information and empty promises. I was about to give up when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. A faint glimmer of light caught my attention, drawing me towards a distant corner of the section in the library. As I approached, I realized that the light was coming from a narrow gap between two towering bookcases. Without hesitation, I squeezed through the gap, feeling a rush of excitement as I emerged into a small, secluded alcove. Here, in the dim light, I saw a row of old, leather-bound books that looked like they hadn't been touched in centuries.

Cultist’s POV: Lieutenant 108 The Neutral Zone/Limbo June 3rd, 2524 AD —————————- Warning: Mature themes such as language, sex, violence, abuse, etc in this book. Reader discretion is advised. ————————— The Neutral Zone, that desolate expanse between realms, stretched before me like an eternity. I stood there, my heart pounding, the severed head of the Virtue of Patience cradled in my bag, its blood still seeping through as I waited for the Commander of my squad to meet me here as ordered.

I stepped further inside, intending to wait by the couch, but the room's clean aesthetic caught my attention. It was the kind of space that would definitely distract anyone’s attention. Everything in it was deliberate. The wide desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the motorised curtains all made the place look orderly and precise. I couldn’t stop myself from taking in the breathtaking view. The books on the shelf and the system architecture. Then I stopped. My eyes landed on a slim dark volume near the edge of the second shelf. The spine was black with silver lettering. Breach Protocol “D”

The longing for her was unbearable, and I realized that stepping into this room was like reopening a wound that had barely begun to heal. For a moment, I stayed there, crumpled and broken, unsure if I could bear the weight of her absence. But something compelled me to move. Slowly, with trembling legs, I forced myself to stand. My gaze fell on the bookshelf, and I approached it cautiously as if disturbing the stillness might erase what little connection I had left with her. The books were an eclectic mix, their subjects as varied and intriguing as she had been. Titles about supernatural beings, the mysteries of space, and one in particular—a book about an incubus—caught my eye.

Anything to drown out the thoughts I wasn’t ready to face. The library seemed as good a place as any. The space was cavernous, the kind of room that could swallow you whole if you weren’t careful. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, packed with books that looked like they hadn’t been touched in decades. I traced my fingers along the spines, letting the feel of the leather ground me. Most of the titles were unfamiliar—business texts, histories, and biographies of people I’d never heard of. But when I crouched to check the lower shelves, one book caught my attention.

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Her voice was barely audible. “The In-Between." Selene turned toward her, ethereal in moonlight-pale armor, her gaze luminous and strange. "A space that exists between realms, between truths and lies, between justice and chaos. A waiting room for what has been and what must be.” “Also the annex between logic and madness." Lucien gave a sardonic chuckle, though it lacked warmth. "Especially if you stay too long.” Cassius shot Lucien a sharp silent look but said nothing - obviously teased.

Absolutely. Here’s Chapter 26: Old Roads, Old Ghosts—expanded for maximum atmosphere and tension, with the journey carrying through dusk and night, all the way to the haunted, ruined remains of the old coven territory. Liminality, memory, regret, and foreboding run thick. Chapter 26: Old Roads, Old Ghosts Thalia