Liminal Space Books Novels & Stories

It was exactly what she wanted, wasn’t it? Distance. Clear boundaries. No emotions. That was the safest way to survive this arrangement. And yet something about the way he had said it still lingered in her chest like an itch she couldn’t scratch. She closed the book slowly. The quiet in the library pressed in around her. Tall shelves lined the walls. Old leather spines. Business books. History books. Files stacked neatly in glass cabinets. Lucien clearly used this room more for work than for reading. Arielle stood and began walking slowly around the room.

Instead I follow her inside like I’m on a leash I can’t see. The studio smells like antiseptic, incense, and something darker—leather and skin. The walls are covered in flash art: devils and angels locked in embraces that leave nothing to the imagination. Lucia locks the door behind us and flips the sign to CLOSED. “Sit,” she says, nodding toward a plush leather chair in the corner. “You look like you’re about to bolt.” I perch on the edge, knees pressed together, skirt smoothed over them. She disappears into the back and returns with two mugs. The coffee is strong and sweet. She settles on the rolling stool opposite me, legs spread in a way that makes my throat dry.

The bridge had vanished behind them, swallowed by the yawning nothingness, leaving Riven, Luca, and Bishop plummeting into a liminal space where time and reality bent like molten glass. The artefact pulsed violently in Riven’s hands, threads of gold and red spiralling outward, attempting to form a protective cocoon. But this place—the void—was different. The lattice couldn’t stabilise fully. Shadows from the heir followed, tendrils snaking like liquid obsidian, slicing through space as if it had no boundaries. Luca screamed as a tendril struck near him, vaporising a chunk of nothing into sparks of shadowy ash. “Riven! It’s everywhere!”

"But it is a story for another day. Eric needs you right now." The desperation in her tone refueled my drive. As I uncorked the vial, the aroma of wildflowers and something metallic wafted up. "Wait," she murmured, her tone stern. "Before you go, remember that the liminal space is a mirror. It will represent your anxieties, wants, and vulnerabilities. "Remain focused, or it will consume you." I nodded, my throat tightening. Without saying anything further, I drank the beverage in one fast swallow.

"We need some air." Linc turned to her. "Do you want me to come?" She shook her head. "No. I need to clear my head." Her eyes lingered on me for a beat longer before she turned and left. The scent of old books and worn wood filled the air, mingling with the faint chill seeping through the window. I stared at the stack of research on the table, the pages now as useless as they had been an hour ago. Linc's fingers drummed against the windowsill. "We're missing something," he murmured. "Something big."

Thank God, neither of them was a supreme. I stopped breathing when Lucian dragged my chair around to face him. He stooped in front me, and the world disappeared. His black limbal ring rotated around gold irises. The alpha rested his hand on my thighs. I gritted my teeth. He placed his head on his hand and cocked his head to the side. My mouth went dry at the seductive look he wore. It had to be a sin for one man to be this attractive. Curse the heavens for descending this man upon us. Sweet Amber pheromones cocooned us. His tongue parted his kissable lips. Time slowed. He wetted those lips with saliva. They glistened. The room grew hot. I wanted to move but my body refused to do so.

She felt a surge of power rush inside her body as she held onto it tightly. What she thought was the end turned out to be just the start. The book levitated, forcing her hand to extend. It lined itself up to position itself right in the middle of the eclipse from Verena's view, and another beam of light came out of it to blind her. She winced and desperately closed her eyes as the mixed feelings rushed through her body.

“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.” Emma stared ahead, her grip on the key tightening. Its glow pulsed faintly, but she felt its connection to this place, a deep and unsettling resonance that sent chills down her spine. “What is this place?” she asked quietly. “Why does it feel like the key belongs here?”

“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.”

Liam's voice is tight. Aldara doesn't answer immediately. She moves to another shelf. Pulls down a different text. Reads faster. "Aldara," Marcus says. "What did you find?" She looks up. Her ancient eyes are wide. Afraid. "The Dormant Luna isn't just a bridge between species," she says slowly. "She's a key." "A key to what?" I ask. Aldara sets the book down on the pedestal beside the lunar stone. Points to a passage written in larger script.