Rift The Extinction Of Sanity Novels & Stories

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...

She whimpered, her hands fisting in the nest's blankets, her body arching helplessly toward his touch, a silent plea for more. He reached the apex of her thighs, and the scent of her, pure and unfiltered, was a drug that threatened to shatter the last of his sanity. He gently parted her soft folds with his thumbs and finally gave in to the need that had been tormenting him for days. He tasted her.

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.

Like blood gravity pulling us back into orbits we thought we escaped. I wasn’t afraid. But I wasn’t calm either. I was somewhere in between, suspended. As I write this, Sira is prepping a secondary unit. Matteo is loading gear for an extraction. And Raven? Raven’s doing what she’s always done. Choosing who she has to become. This is the last quiet we’ll get. And I’m spending it writing down everything I can not for me. For whoever survives this mess and wants to understand what it costs to not die.

We had to end them before the binding finished. My thoughts stayed cold, relentless. Nyra dies first. Thorn stays locked away or bleeds out tonight. The baby must never feel their hands again. Every mile we rode sharpened that certainty into a blade. I glanced at the team. “We hit fast. Nyra dies first. Thorn stays in chains or we end him tonight. No hesitation. No prisoners.” Riven nodded grim. “If the ritual’s started the fragment will be glowing. We break it before the chains snap.”

“I’m not leaving you!” Travian cupped his cheek, smiling through the pain. “You already lost once because you tried to save everything. Don’t lose again trying to save me.” The rift’s pull grew stronger, tearing reality apart. Travian pressed his forehead to Soren’s. “Promise me something…” Soren’s voice broke. “Anything.” “Live. Even if it’s without me.” Before Soren could speak again, Travian kissed him—slow, trembling, eternal—and then shoved him into the collapsing rift. The world exploded in gold and shadow.

The haze in my vision is blocking my peripherals. I blink again, I need the rest of my senses now more than ever. Everything is wrong. The Rift is in pain, suffocating, and I have no idea what happened in the last twelve hours, but it is calling me like a wounded animal to help. We walked into a trap obviously. Now I need to find out where the rest of my friends are and f*cking kill Eliza. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

had turned into a black, oily sleet, around me, the citizens of the Zenith were screaming, clutching their heads as the frequency of the Rift tore at their sanity. Kaelen was at the North Wall, his amber light flickering as he tried to hold back a wave of invisible pressure, Koran was a mile away, his silver shadow-fire erupting in massive plumes as he fought something that wasn't there. "Vesper!" Koran’s voice reached me through the telepathic link, strained and bloody, "The Wastes... they’re disappearing! The ground is literally dissolving under our feet!" I looked down at the Crescent Key in my hand, then at Lucian, the child was no longer crying, he was staring at the Rift, his obsidian

She staggered forward, her mind scrambling for answers, for something that would make sense of this nightmare. Suddenly, the darkness in front of her split open. A deep rumbling sound echoed from beyond, growing louder by the second. The cracks widened, revealing a vast chasm of swirling shadows, a yawning void that seemed to stretch on forever. She could feel it—whatever lay beyond the rift was not of this world. It was ancient. Powerful. And it was calling to her. Evryn hesitated for a moment, her instincts screaming at her to turn back. But there was no going back now. The Nexus was collapsing, the walls falling away, and the rift beckoned her. She had no choice but to leap into the unkno

“We're too exposed here. We need to find a safe haven, someplace where we will figure out what to do next.” Ethan looked at the skyline, where the obscured sky met the gleaming edges of the crack. “There's barely enough time,” he said. “This needs to be stopped, else there won't be anything left to save.” Miriam slid from the air, her gleam darkening as she landed adjacent to them. “Ethan's right,” she said, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand battles. “This isn't close to survival any longer. We have to close the rift, or it'll consume everything.”