No One Knows How Far It Goes Novels & Stories

“Few years back, I got a call from an anonymous number, saying they knew where you stayed and I had to come to the place they sent me. I knew it was dumb and unreasonable for me to go there. But, I was blinded. I just wanted to see you.” “Oh my God.” “Then the accident happened.”

That Word Deletion. Not destruction. Not change. Something worse. The Expansion The hunter adjusted the projection. The gap Was growing. Slowly. But steadily. The Realization “It’s spreading,” Theodore said. “How far?” I asked. The hunter paused. Then: “…Unknown.” That’s Not Good Because unknown meant one thing. We had no idea what it could become. Or how far it could go. The First Question “What caused it?” I asked. No one answered immediately. The Watcher Speaks Carefully

"I thought about it and I don't like how I can't communicate with either of you through the mind link" "So you only want to know what it's like to talk through the link?" "Yes" "I can process you but only Reed can approve it and unless he does it, the link won't be established" "How far can someone go before it stops working?" "A little over two kilometers, I guess" "It's fine then. Just do it" "Are you sure? You can always wait until you mark each other"

Right now staying away from this place is far more good. I ran to the garage and got into my car. I started the engine and drove away. I didn't know where I was going, I didn't care. I just wanted to be somewhere else, somewhere far, somewhere different. I drove for hours, without a destination, without a plan, without a purpose. I drove through the city, through the suburbs, through the countryside. I drove past buildings and houses and farms and fields. I drove past people and animals and trees and flowers. I drove past everything and nothing. I have no idea where I'm going and where this road will end? I don't Known what kind of plan now I will use against him. Archard you will pay for ev

"Let's see how far you're willing to go." Out of nowhere, everything shifted.

, “How can I be there when I know not what she faces, what do I say when she’s crying for what I have no idea of” I took in another large gulp, my blood was boiling, my rage was beginning to peak, Liam didn’t reply to my question, he just took another gulp of the glass, “The not knowing is killing me, the- the- endless possibilities of what may be wrong-, Gosh it’s driving me insane”, “Then why not try finding out another way”, Liam proposed, “What?”, “You said she won’t tell you, and you are eager to know, then maybe try looking into what happened the day she went missing for hours”,

But they all didnt know that there is danger ahead of them and that there is some one from a far wants and greedily wants what king lucas has . Cara ..

“An old healer. Far older than most of us.” She placed the paper on the table. Knox picked it up. “Where?” “Far from here,” she replied. “Beyond the territories. Deep into lands most don’t visit anymore.” That didn’t sound reassuring. “How far?” I asked. “Three days,” she said simply. My stomach dropped again. Three days? In the middle of nowhere? “Is she the only one?” Knox pressed. “Yes.” Silence followed then Knox nodded once. “Then we go.” Just like that he made the decision.

Tell them he knows. The disc grew warm between her paws. Then it went cold, and still, and ordinary, and she didn’t know whether that meant it had worked or whether it had done nothing at all. She put it back in the box and set it on the a shelf before let herself out through the door. She did not look back. *** The evening had gone purple and grey by the time Eli felt it. Something knocked. Not physically. Not a sound. More like… Something pressing against the edge of their awareness. Small. Urgent. Coming from very far away, filtered through distance and desperation and someone who clearly had absolutely no idea what they were doing but had tried anyway.

Its face was a blank slate of grey, no features, just smooth emptiness. We waited until it disappeared into the fog before moving again. "How far could she have gone?" Marcus asked. "In the between-space? Distance is relative. She could be ten feet away or ten miles. There's no way to know." I sent my shadow fiends deeper into the fog. "But if she's here, they'll find her." One of my fiends returned, its form flickering with agitation. It showed me an image—a clearing in the fog. And in that clearing, figures circling something on the ground.