Rift World Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Caius asked, making small talk. “Tristan, Rex, and Kit had business with another pack. To help save the Omega, this wolf almost killed.” Rixa pointed at Brody. “Wow, hostel much?” Brody exclaimed. “It’s a rough world.” Rixa laughed.

he said as he snapped his fingers, then left. Mahi also left to do his own task, leaving Skye, Sybb, and Laggas at the foot of the hill, waiting for the witch to arrive. They watched as the witch uprooted all the trees of the Golden Forest, using Sykh’s earth power and flooded the forest, using Aria’s power of water. Every area she passed, the land was overturned and flooded, leaving the burnt trees floating on the surface. Laggas’ face is very dark, but he suppressed his anger. Fortunately, the capital of the West Kingdom, including its castle, is uphill. Or else, the entire West Kingdom would have long been flooded! This is the witch’s provocation!

The Spiral mark pulsed with heat. “Yes,” I whispered. “And they’ll keep coming.” He didn’t deny it. He only offered me his hand. And this time, I took it. 3: Heart of the Rift The landscape beyond the gorge shifted again no longer barren, but blooming in strange, volatile ways. Trees with ember-colored leaves stretched toward the sunless sky. Pools of molten silver bubbled from beneath jagged rocks. This was the Rift the source of elemental convergence, where fire met earth and air without permission.

Silver light surged through the runes, racing across the archway like flashes of lightning. The priestess raised her staff high. “It’s awakening!” A powerful gust of wind burst forth, sending leaves swirling around them. Ryder protected the heroine with his body, growling as the pressure grew stronger. Then, with a deep, resonating rumble… The archway opened. A shimmering rift materialized—silver and black swirling together like liquid moonlight mixed with shadows. A chill emanated from it, brushing against her skin with a familiar coldness. The Shadow Wolf's chill.

Ruby thrashed on the floor, rolling back and forth. She tried to cover the places where the acid had corroded her skin, only to find that touching them made it hurt even more. Her whole body shook with pain. I gritted my teeth as I felt my eyes getting wet. Sandy handed me a tissue. "What, you still feel sorry for her?" Of course not. I was just so happy. "No. These are tears of joy." I wiped my face and the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. For the first time since I came back, I smiled for real.

Liora moved with fire and grace beside me, and I let the vision magic guide me. For hours, the ridge held. Until it didn’t. They brought something new. A creature from the rift. Winged. Fanged. Made of void. It tore through our lines. Leofric was thrown like a broken doll. I ran into its path. Screaming spells. Throwing light. Nothing worked. The sword in my hand pulsed. It wanted blood. So I gave it mine. I slashed my palm and pressed it to the blade. Power erupted. Pure. Wrathful.

It throbbed with memories fragments of every moment Aria had ever lived. She saw her childhood flash past her eyes. The moment she shifted for the first time. The first time Kael kissed her. Rowan’s birth. Elara’s cry. Lyra is laughing beside her. Callen falling from a cliff and surviving with a growl. She wept, not out of sadness but awe. The Rift was not a wound. It was a river. And she was finally swimming upstream. The further she went, the colder it became. Stars flickered beneath her feet. Above her, no sky, just threads of timelines, curling like vines.

Kael fought beside her, his claws tearing through the enemy, blood and shadow mixing in the air. Lyra’s arrows flew, each one glowing with lunar energy, but the wolves kept coming, their numbers endless. Torin roared, his massive form tackling a crimson wolf, but its claws raked his side, drawing blood. “Aria, the rift!” he shouted, pointing to a glowing crack in the ground, spilling crimson light. Aria’s bond pulsed, showing a vision of Kael, bound in shadows, his crimson mark consuming him as Zorathar rose stronger.

The swirling whirlwind dragged all the debris back to the rift and threw it down. “Uh-uh,” Zoran said meaningfully and returned his drooping jaw. "I thought werewolves couldn't do magic." “They don’t know how,” Yarsi confirmed. - We need to close the rift. Far in the depths, the rumble of receding bones was still heard, but new knuckles were already clinging to the edge of the rift. Then the heads of the dead appeared on the surface and another formation of the enemy army stepped onto the ground. “Only the creator can close it,” Radolyub said gloomily.