Rift In Space Novels & Stories

Waves of terrifying hurricane wind tore open numerous extremely powerful rifts. Those were void rifts. In merely a single collision, space had already been torn apart, and numerous rifts had appeared. What kind of power was this? It was simply terrifying. In a flash, Rong Zun appeared beside Xing Mo. His palm trembled, and his spatial hand, which could tear through the sky, tried to grab Xing Mo at an incredibly fast speed. Xing Mo snorted coldly. His body shook, and a bright light shone behind him, forming numerous crystal mirrors that blocked in front of the spatial hand.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest (The Vessel) "Do you hear the singing of the stars, Ash? They are screaming for the void to take them back." High above the Frozen Wastes, the Physical Rhea floated like a dark sun. Her hair was a tangled web of ultraviolet energy, and her fingers traced patterns in the air that caused the very molecules of oxygen to ignite and vanish. Below her, the world was a graveyard of sapphire dust. The mountains were being unmade, their jagged peaks softening into golden mist that spiraled upward toward her open palms.

The Rift screamed—an otherworldly sound that split the air and made every wolf collapse, claws over their ears. The crimson sky began to clear, replaced by pale gold as the Rift tore apart. But Iris’s body was breaking. Her hands crumbled into stardust, her eyes fading to grey. “No!” Aiden roared, sprinting forward. But Damon caught his arm. “She’s gone,” Damon said bitterly. “She gave everything.” Aiden shook his head furiously. “I can still feel her! She’s not gone—not yet.” The Moon Cracks As the last of the Rift collapsed, the moon overhead shuddered violently. A jagged fracture spread across its surface like a spiderweb.

David gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm while Kevin bitted the handle harder. The man began to laugh, but his celebration got cut off by the second miracle they had experienced in less than a day. A strong suction force came from behind the man as a dark sphere appeared in the air. [WARNING!] [YOU'RE IN THE RANGE OF A SPATIAL RIFT!] [Entering the rift will teleport you to a random place in the universe while ignoring level restrictions!] "SHIT!" screamed the man as he stabbed the ground with his weapon and tried to remain in place, but his body started to lose footing until just his right hand was holding the scythe and the rest of his body was in the air.

The chamber exploded in a violent collision of light and shadow, the force of it ripping through the air like a storm made of stars and screams. Aria staggered backward, her spine slamming into Erevan’s chest as the ground lurched beneath them. Cracks split open like lightning under their feet—thin at first, then widening into fissures that glowed with molten silver at the edges and endless darkness at their depths. The rift was no longer a tear; it was a wound, rupturing the world with each pulse of the voice calling her name.

The rain tasted like copper and regret. Raven Sterling stood at her seventh-floor window, watching Seattle blur into watercolor grays. The city below felt distant safe, human, deliberately small. She pressed her palm against the glass, and frost bloomed beneath her skin before she could stop it. The window didn't freeze over anymore. She'd learned to control that particular betrayal. Most days. Her office was deliberately empty of personality: white walls, abstract art that meant nothing to her, plants that survived neglect the same way she did. The therapist who'd designed it had probably intended the aesthetic to be soothing. Instead, it felt like living inside an unfinished thought.

Ryn's body convulsed as the peak came. The wave of pleasure sent Ryn flying, rocketing, and exploding in space, creating beautiful sparks against the night sky. "This is amazing," Ryn said with a sigh in the afterglow of the climax that had just come. "You like it?" Albert, down below, grinned at the sight of the girl drooping limply after being hit by the powerful wave. Ryn looked at the man with wide eyes while biting her lip. "You're so good with your fingers." Ryn looked meaningfully at Albert. "Magic finger," she continued.

Not even one, so knowing that an Alpha was looking out for me was too much for me and I couldn't quite take it. My eyes returned to the black witch in front of me when she spoke again. "As I said, we've been looking for you for months, it started when the intoxicating fragrance of Moon Drip once reached Alpha Baristo. He immediately ordered his wolves to find where it came from but we were disappointed because the smell suddenly disappeared. But Alpha Baristo was so persistent, so he mobilized even us witches to help in the search. And we were not mistaken that we could find you here. The Cohen who possesses the Moon Drip— the sacred power of the blue moon."

"I understand that you are devastated and suffering a lot. After all, you've been madly in love with Caesar for quite some time. But how long will you continue to behave in this manner? Didn't you say that you'll launch Operation: Moving On after Caesar and Rhea are together? So, what exactly are you doing? Is this cooping up inside your room your method of moving on? Because if this is it, I can tell you right now that it isn't working. You must try many things to quickly move on and forget Caesar." "Quickly move on? There isn't such a thing, Raine. I would have moved on from him by now if that were possible." Bitterly, I said. Raine sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please! What else have y

“Follow me.” They moved. Solaris air docks were a storm of activity—guards rushing, luminous engines roaring, and civilians being ushered away from the sky platforms as the winds above rippled with corrupted interference. The platform shook violently. Kade stumbled. “The Rift is pulling the currents.” Rian shouted, “He’s distorting the entire sky layer!” Selene smiled. “Then we’re just in time.” Kael grabbed Kade’s shoulder to steady him. “Don’t faint on me.”