Rift The Extinction Of Sanity Novels & Stories

“Taken care of? Like some kept woman? I don’t need your charity, Damien. I need this arrangement to be worth the risk I’m taking.” “What risk?” I challenged. “You walked into my company ready to tear it apart. Don’t pretend you’re the innocent one here.” She turned sharply. “And you? Acting like some savior when you’ve destroyed lives without blinking. Tell me, do you even remember the Hart family? Or were they just another line item on your balance sheet?” The name hit me like cold water. “I remember them. I’ve spent years trying to prove I wasn’t the one who destroyed them. Why does that matter so much to you?”

I ask her "I have a plan, so you can get what you need to cut ties with him even though it means war between Mystic and Red Mark and putting myself in danger." She says looking at me she looked exhausted. "Riftan killed my pack and parents, yes, however he killed Red Moon and Starlight packs. I overheard him talking to somebody one day, he killed off three of the packs who were purebloods. To gain power and strength." She says softly as Arlo and James enter the room.

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

Her irises lowered and traced the marks on most parts of her body, mocking her ruination. "Why?" Her damaged soul complained. Why was she so helpless? A stranger came out of no where and ruined her whole life in a night. Her mind pledged her body not to smile ever again. She lost her reason to survive. She wasn't living anyway. After demise of her parents, she was merely surviving yet this right was also taken from her. After yesterday's night, what was the purpose now? Her blurry eyes studied the surroundings. The door was unlocked and open, illuminating the whole room with bright light.

Instead, she stated with an open mouth and watering eyes at the brightness that parted the fabric of reality. It looked as if a universal knife had made a diagonal cut of roughly the high and length of Katherine's body into the space behind her. A blinding white light poured through, and for a second, Katherine saw colors swirling inside. Then, just as suddenly, a terrible suction force emerged from inside the rift, pulling everything within the vicinity towards it. Nothing was spared; the dark river, the stones of the ground, the rare bits of air, and also Katherine. Caught in the stream of darkness gushing through the rift, Katherine fought desperately against the current, yet it was hopel

Like a string that’s been pulled too tight, my sanity snaps. The last thing I see is her falling to the ground. XXX

But now… Well, now that I ran into that dangerous bastard, were the odds officially against me? “Dammit,” I grumble, realizing that I may have taken quite a few steps back in my investigation. “What is it?” Miles asks, eyeing me curiously. “What’s got our Briar so upset?” “That,” I begin, wondering if I can tell Miles about what happened. “Well, there was an incident at the club last night.” I admit, remembering Jeffrey turning into that terrifying beast and then the psycho easily smashing his head in. “Do you believe that there may be monsters walking amongst us?”

Kai was walking towards me, his smile warm and the bond… The bond a golden glow in my chest, the joy of it was a physical pain I reached for him and the scene shattered and I was in the forest again on my knees, the rift flickering around me a mad strobe light of stolen moments… I saw Luma bound and bleeding I saw Malrick smiling, I saw my own grave The moonwraiths drifted closer the cold deepening the rift. I was caught between two horrors, the cold that would drain my life and the rift that would unravel my mind and my body. I tried to stand my legs, shuddering, I gave up as I fell… bloodstained and broken, my strength was gone and my will a dying flame. A sound left my lips not a scream n

That word undid her. She closed her fingers over his hand. “Then tell me how to stop it.” For a moment, silence. Then Kael leaned in, his voice barely a whisper. “Find the other shard. The anchor. Without it, the Rift can’t close.” “And where” But he was already fading. The world around them began to warp, light bending into spirals. She tried to hold on, but the force pulled her backward, ripping her from his grasp. His last words echoed faintly before everything went white.

And then—slowly—it began to dissolve. The mirrors cracked, folding in on themselves. Limbs collapsed. Reflections shattered, images of me, of blood, of Kael—all fragmented. It screamed one last time—a sound that was not sound, more like a ripple through the Rift itself—and then, piece by piece, it was gone. The Rift swallowed it whole. A ripple pulsed, like the heartbeat of a great beast, and the silver veins dimmed. The air eased. Frost receded. Shadows collapsed back into Kael, and the Rift fell silent, as if nothing had happened.