Rift World Novels & Stories

The man spoke with unwavering determination, "There's a healer named Morena in your world. When you wake up, find her and show her the mark between your legs. Tell her to use herbs; it will help cure the poison." Aurora felt a sense of urgency and desperation. "But how do I wake up? I don't know how to do that!" she exclaimed. The woman smiled gently, "You have the strength within you, Aurora. Fight the poison, fight it with all your might, and you'll find your way back." Aurora nodded, determination burning in her eyes. With a deep breath, she summoned every ounce of willpower, pushing against the dream's confines. As the dream world slowly dissolved, Aurora's eyes flickered open, and she g

A wound. The rift split the world like an old scar torn back open. It shimmered like oil and shadow, its edges pulsing with something that couldn’t decide if it was alive or sentient or both. Strange symbols glowed faintly around its edges - not carved, but grown, like cancerous roots fed by blood. It didn’t look like a place. It looked like a question the world had never wanted answered. Everyone went quiet. Until Rylan cleared his throat. “I’d like to formally vote that we turn around, pretend this was a very vivid hallucination, and relocate to a tropical island.”

The forest below was ancient, too old for farming, too untamable for anything but respect. It was there the bones of the First Alpha had once been rumored to rest, until Kai had burned them to break the curse. But now, something else has claimed the land. They reached the southern edge just before dawn. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky. What they found wasn’t an army. It wasn’t a battalion of wolves or soldiers ready for war. It was a rift. A tear in the very land itself, jagged and smoking, the sky around it bending in unnatural angles, twisted and wrong. Figures slithered from within the rift, not fully formed, shadows of flesh and spirit, their shapes constantly shifting. They seemed

"Nothing. The snow doesn't help us at all. When I found his body, he was half-buried under an inch of snow. But I'm willing to bet that this was done by them." By them, Scott meant the rogues and he wasn't wrong. A normal werewolf didn't do this. And while we had it in us to kill humans and devour their bodies, we no longer lived like that. We came a long way for us to be a bel to exist in civilization. We ate normal food and depended on animal hunts. The rogues, however, have been on a killing spree these last few months. And it's not for food. They're killing just for the thrill of it. It doesn't matter if it's humans or werewolves, rogues didn't care about that. There were good ones, yes,

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

“So you don’t want to. - Orkid thought for a while and continued: - You know, you added colors to my life, I haven't hunted with such passion for a long time. I like. He nodded in agreement, confirming his words. I am anxiously awaiting further developments. Do you think your wolf will look for you? You don't have to answer. Of course it will be. The girl saw the sparkle in the vampire's eyes. - At one point lose your mate and offspring. He shook his head sadly and clicked his tongue. - Going crazy. M-yes. And how quickly will he break our shaky world, and his beast will break out, plunging everything around into chaos? - A little more, and he will rub his hands, betraying delight. “I still

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

His eyes met mine, calm, dark, hungry and He raised his hand. The rogues charged, the valley exploded into battle. Nightfang wolves leapt into the fight, their magic lighting the trees. The ground shook with growls, howls, screams. I tore through the front line, flame trailing behind me. Every wolf I touched dropped or turned. The fire didn’t just burn—it freed. Some rogues blinked in confusion as the bond broke. Others turned and ran. But more kept coming. Riven fought like a storm beside me. No hesitation, no fear. He moved with power and grace, like he was born for this war.

And all of them were coming for us. For the realm. For me. “HOLD!” I shouted, lifting my palm high into the air. My voice cracked through the storm like a sword through silence. Warriors along the front line—Highland wolves in black steel, forest clans in bark-etched leather, humans clutching blessed rifles—braced. Behind us, the wolves howled. One long, united sound of fury and promise. And then— I let the storm go. Lightning erupted from my fingers, searing the sky open in a white-hot arc. It coiled like a living whip, smashing into the first line of wraith riders—and they didn’t fall. They exploded.