Rift World Novels & Stories

The rift part 1: At the opening of the rift POV: “This is as far as we can go unfortunately. The rift is up ahead, there is a cave off to the right behind a big tree trunk. Once you go into the cave you will see the Rift it is a glowing red portal.” The white-haired witch said pointing at this big tree up head. We couldn’t see a damn thing in this wintery hell fire. “Why do we have to always walk into or go into the most haunted places. When I tell you this goes against everything that is black in us, we mean that shit.” Mina said as we tried to see anything instead of blackness and snow slapping us in the face. “I don’t care where it is at this point as long as it’s warm. This shit is for

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

The panic began. I did not believe in it, and it would hardly have been possible to find out the truth after such an amount of time. Most of all, I felt sorry for the newborn child of the head of the white wolf clan. The mother and child died in bed next to each other, but the alpha himself was found burnt in the living room. Those children whose parents died were dismantled by other families. Many fell to the gray wolves. However, Rinat Aidarov, the head of the clan of the latter, united the territories of neighboring packs into one, which was a good decision for everyone. In addition, he coped well with the leadership of both packs. And now I decided to rebuild and develop the white villag

Yisuf spread his arm, then stepped aside and Riyin gasped. Blurb/synopsis Most mystical creatures got to live pretty normal lives, but not all of them were that fortunate. Riyin's tale began when tragedy struck his home and he lost his parents in the hands of a mighty witch in a single moment. After managing to escape through a portal, Riyin was raised by the most powerful wizard known. Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

My voice is a whisper of shock and awe as I follow the nearly microscoping trails through the mountains; through the Deadlands and the forests full of beasts I still can’t name, then into the mountainous, forested home of the Roguelands. Crops of villages spring to life, nestled in a wide valley. Rivers snake throughout, and I follow the larger river all the way to… “Rifthold,” I say, meeting Ryatt’s eyes. He nods again as I walk beside the table, my gaze locking on the gray, swirling mass that was once the home of King Kane. Beyond Rifthold is a land of… nothing. Desert and wastelands that eventually bleed into the mountains once more to the east, but to the west lies a great, endless ocean

--- **THE ASHWEAVER'S BROOD** The creatures were faceless, their bodies shifting between smoke and serrated bone. They moved like wildfire, devouring the glass dunes, their screeches shredding the air. Rhydian's sigil blazed as he fought, his scars repelling their touch. Eden wielded the Crown like a torch, its light searing the brood to cinders. But for every one destroyed, three more emerged. "The rift!" Jason howled, grappling with a broodling. "Close it!"

"The window is closing, folks. If you don't leave now, you're stuck in the suburbs forever." "Time to go," Modern Vespera announced, standing up. The group gathered on the lawn. Altair activated the device. The violet rifts began to tear open, one by one. Rift 1: The Ashlands. Fantasy Vespera and the Shadow Knight stepped forward. "Farewell, Architect," Fantasy Vespera said. "May your enemies crumble." "And yours burn," Modern Vespera replied. They stepped through. A roar of a dragon echoed, and then they were gone.

world faded, replaced by the warm, messy reality of their parents. The Soul-Rifts across Aurum didn't vanish, but they Stabilized. They became "Shrines of Reflection"—places where the shifters could go to face their shadows without being consumed by them. The world was no longer just a surface of gold and jade; it had Depth.