Rapture Novels & Stories

She asked, and my aunt nodded. "Awesome.. So Auntie Annie, would you mind opening one that leads to Paris for me? Yunno... to burst me outta this joint? " We laughed, and I went over to hug her "I'll really miss you, Ray." Thanks a lot for being here for me. " She hugged me back and we stayed like that till my aunt coughed, "The portal is supposed to be open for just a few minutes honey. We have a few seconds left. And Rachel, you probably should start going home now. Your parents will be waiting for you. "

I wish I could say life is blossoming for me, but that would be a far fetched lie. A very contradicting one to the truth. They say a baby is a blessing. A new pure life brought into this world of sin. But then I question, has the sin engulfed Amaya-Blaze? She was brought into this world by great betrayal, a grave sin. The betrayal of a lover and a best friend. •●• June 25th, 2000

THREE PERSON POINT OF VIEW The sun was shining bright as it shade its ray through the window directly on Afraah's fair skin. Her skin glittered as her eyeballs began to move around adjusting to the brightness of the room. She slowly opened her eyes and let out a long yawn before she stretched her arms. She quickly walked to the bathroom and perfumed ablution. Soon after she performed ablution, she wore her hijab and prayed. She had already concluded prayer when she heard a buzz from her cell phone which was kept on the bed beside her, she picked up the phone and glanced at the number calling, it was Rayan

’ Aneira howls in joy. With Aneira's announcement of our mate's arrival. A familiar and captivating scent permeated the atmosphere, immediately captivating my senses. It was the long-awaited fragrance of rain, a scent that had been absent from my life since the day I was taken captive. The timing was impeccable. As my body began to experience the onset of heat, an overwhelming desire washed over me to immerse myself in that sweet rain scent and never let it go.

The air seemed to vibrate, charged with a mystical energy that was both ancient and powerful. Suddenly, a circular light materialized above Rudra's head, a radiant halo that pulsed with a soft, ethereal glow. The light grew brighter and more intense, casting an otherworldly illumination that bathed the room in a surreal, golden hue. The halo expanded, its circumference widening until it enveloped Rudra completely. The light above Rudra began to pull at him, a gentle yet irresistible force that lifted him from the floor. His body rose slowly, suspended in the air, as if gravity had momentarily lost its hold. The light's pull grew stronger, drawing him upward, merging him with its radiant ener

Adara asked. “Kiran is the next born Alpha of our pack, and an Alpha doesn’t imprint on anyone but his true mate,” Karani said. “What’s imprinting?” Adara felt like an idiot. She knew nothing about this new life she had been thrust into. “Imprinting only happens to wolves. It’s a gift from the goddess Freyja showing you who you’re really meant to be with. It’s like finding air to breathe, your soul feels drawn to that person and everything in your life changes. That person becomes your universe. It might sound unbelievable now, but you’ll understand everything when you imprint,” Karani said.

Elara ran to him, sigils blazing around her hands, and unleashed a wave of magic that sent enemies flying. Dain glanced over his shoulder, grinning through blood. “Took you long enough.” Kael joined them, blades slick with shadow. “We’re not done yet.” Above them, thunder cracked—a tear in the sky forming. The Rift. It pulsed with malevolence, its edge fraying with whispers. Elara looked up, and for the first time, she felt not just fear—but clarity. “She’s already started the ritual,” she whispered. Kael tightened his grip on her wrist. “Then we stop it.”

Liora stood barefoot in the rain, her small hands raised to the clouds. The wind howled around her, the rain falling in sheets — yet none of it touched her. A golden shimmer surrounded her like a veil. She began to hum — a slow, steady rhythm. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The storm hesitated. The waves softened. Within minutes, the rain eased into gentle drizzle. When the villagers returned, the sea was calm again. They called it a miracle. Her mother called it terrifying. That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight —

War Blunt pinched between my fingers, I let the smoke curl slow toward the ceiling as one of my dancers, Naomi, flips herself upside down on the pole. Her heels smack chrome, legs spread wide for the kinds of men who couldn't get laid unless they paid for it. Business at Rapture's been good. Too good. Nothing sells better than ass. Doesn't matter if it's dusted in glitter under neon or raw in some backroom—men'll bleed their wallets dry for five minutes where they feel wanted. Powerful. In control.

A deep, distant rumble echoed through the peaks. Aaron shot awake instantly, daggers drawn. “What now?” Sylra was already moving. “That wasn’t thunder.” We rushed outside. The storm had cleared, revealing the horizon—and what we saw made the air freeze in our lungs. The Riftlands glowed brighter than before, threads of crimson and gold lightning webbing through the clouds above it. The tears were growing. “The connection,” Sylra whispered. “The other bearer is pushing through.” I felt it then—a pulse that wasn’t mine. A heartbeat that synchronized with mine for a split second before breaking away again.