Rift The Extinction Of Sanity Novels & Stories

He caressed her cheek before pecking her lips. "I love you my sanity. My life. My everything." He mumbled making her smile. " I love you too my kid, psycho and normal Lucifer." He chuckled before picking her up and making his way towards the bed. Life was hard on him. His past left a huge dent in his sanity but the future gifted him with a beautiful hand of care and comfort. And she becomes his love, his life. His Sanity. -THE END. _____________________________________ So here is the end of His Sanity. Hopefully, you guys liked this story.

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

A flat, clinical, dead white. "They're flatlining," Ryan whispered, his voice a jagged fracture of despair. "Every pack that synchronized with Leo’s frequency in the sanctuary... the 'Gene-Clearance' is using that link to trigger a systemic marrow collapse. Millions of them, Phoenix. They’re turning into stone in their own dens." The weight of the genocide hit me like a kinetic round. I looked at the screen. The Southern Cross. The Northern Crags. The mothers who had watched the broadcast. The children who had chanted Leo’s name.

--- Extraction – 0355 hours Sophia met Rafael at the emergency exit as the facility’s alarms blared. “You okay?” she shouted. “Better now,” he said, clutching the drive. “We have what we need. It’s over.” They ran as the mountain rumbled behind them. Snow fell from trees. Flames erupted from hidden vents. Explosions tore through the domes. Sanctum 9 collapsed. Rafael and Sophia, bloodied and breathless, stood on the cliffside as the last of Lazarus died in fire. She turned to him, tears streaking her soot-covered cheeks. “You came back.”

Crystal fractures spread farther along the chamber ceiling overhead while dust rains softly onto the stone floor. Serik glances upward sharply. “The sanctuary won’t survive much longer.” Still, no one moves toward the exit. Because the hidden chamber continues reacting. The crystal walls pulse faintly again. Then slowly, more preserved memories begin surfacing across the silver surfaces surrounding them. Not severance chambers this time. Aftermath. Pack territories burned during council raids. Families separated. Young wolves fleeing into mountain territories carrying injured mates through snowstorms while hunters tracked them through the forests. Vaelith’s throat tightens.

His hands were wet with blood. The chair dropped. It hit the floor with a loud crack. Rian looked at his hands. Then at Carter. Then at me. “I think I’m going to be sick,” I whispered. My stomach turned violently. I pressed my hand to my mouth. Rian stepped toward me. I stepped back. “Drisana—” “Don’t.” “I didn’t mean—” “Just don't. You almost killed him.” I looked at Carter again. His chest was still moving. Barely.

Then suddenly I feel guilty about my evil plans with Spencer. "Oh River! What are you going to do?" I whispered to myself. Again, I remembered Spencer sob while we were on the yacht. It didn't sink into my mind that a ruthless and no sympathy man like Spencer could even cry. The saying is true, when you are hurt. Tears will be uncontrollable no matter how much you hold back. You will still cry one's heart out no matter how strong you are. I was about to take a nap when I suddenly heard a loud crash from the other room so I got up with ease and slowly approached the door. But I heard more bangs one after the other so I undoubtedly left the room and saw Troy and a maid outside the office who w

They again froze, trampled, not crossing the line marked with dried grass. Mirovir chuckled darkly and shook his head. The endless stream of new bones from the rift left no chance of being the first to stay in place. Those who are behind do not feel the action of the line laid out by people, they do not care that their brethren are burned and do not let the field protective from the undead. They just push them forward, because there is no free space left on the edge of the rift.

Maybe the line between sanity and madness was thinner than she ever thought. She had heard that sometimes people go crazy over small things that other people would consider negligible. But the truth is, people didn’t “go crazy” from one small thing... It was always the final trigger after years of pain. They had suffered so much without anyone knowing. As there is a limit of water any river can hold, there is a limit of pain any sane mind could endure. After reaching that limit... BOOM!!! And this… This was Riley’s breaking point. Riley's trigger to cross that very limit...

Couldn’t think past the roaring terror in my head. “If we don’t find it and kill it before it reaches full awakening,” Zayne continued, relentless, “we’re all dead. Every wolf in this territory. Every pack on this continent. Every pup, every elder, everyone. Gone. Extinct. So you tell me, Gabriel—you tell me right fucking now—what could possibly be more important than preventing the complete extinction of our entire species?” The silence that followed was suffocating. Heavy. Terrible.