Rift World Novels & Stories

It was beautiful — more beautiful than any place she had ever seen, a world untouched by the Blight, untouched by sorrow. But it was not untouched by war. The armies came from the north and the south, not wolves but something else — shapes that flickered between forms, creatures of light and shadow who wore their power like armor. They clashed on the plain, and the golden grass burned. The sky cracked. The river boiled. The mountains shattered. Lira saw wolves among them — ancient wolves, larger than any she knew, their pelts shimmering with runes and their eyes blazing with power she could not comprehend. They fought alongside the light-creatures and the shadow-creatures, and they died alon

In the place where our pack waited. And our pack was ready. Not with weapons. Not with magic. But with something the Voids could not understand. Could not consume. Could not corrupt. Love. Freely given. Unconditional. Pure. Every wolf held hands. Formed a circle. Created a barrier not of power but of connection. Of the pack bonds that had survived everything. That would survive this too. The Voids crashed against that circle. And burned. “Impossible,” they screamed. “Love cannot destroy us. Cannot burn us. Cannot—”

The world bent— tilted— and in a single breath, the chamber disappeared. --- They materialized on a rocky cliff overlooking a valley filled with rolling darkness. Shadow-river currents ran along the ground like ink, glowing faintly with silver veins. The sky above was nearly black except for thin fractures of pale moonlight. But Aria didn’t register any of that. Because the rift was there. Huge. Violent. Alive. A swirling tear in reality, jagged like a broken mirror, pulsing with dark light. Aria stumbled, breath stealing from her lungs. Erevan steadied her instantly with an arm around her waist.

They will kill me! I clicked my tongue at his statement. "Oh, Dean, I guess they didn't tell you. You're dead either way. My name is Death, and your little gang has messed with the wrong MC club. The Wild Ridge is not to be fucked with." I stared into his face as a look of horror overtook him. If he wasn't completely scared before, he was downright terrified now. I smiled down at him. A few hours later, after lots of begging and pleading, I made my way back upstairs. As I reached the top, I came face to face with Lightning.

The north wind howled, sweeping warm air around my bike as I pushed through the last part of my journey. Familiar foliage signaled a turn in the road, bringing me back to the outskirts of my town. The motorcycle club and my pack would be out enjoying summer’s end. My wolf was restless as I pulled into the dusty parking lot of the pack’s favorite watering hole, a country bar called the Diablerie. He pressed inside me, and our dual nature became more agitated tonight. The air crackled with an unusual energy, making the hair on my neck stand on end. It was as if nature was holding its breath, anticipating a destructive event or the arrival of a predator.

The Rift loomed before us like the throat of some ancient beast—sealed, yes, but seething with unspeakable energy. The rain fell harder the moment we reached its blackened edge, like the land itself was warning us. Water hissed as it touched the scorched stone. Steam rose around the edges of the Rift, curling like ghostly fingers through the trees. Thunder rolled across the mountains. Prince Damian stood just behind me, his cloak plastered to his frame, sword drawn but held low—like even he knew steel wouldn’t help in what we were about to do. Norma stood to my right, holding the leather-bound grimoire I’d retrieved from the palace vault.

Then she heard the sound. It was the sound of a winter storm blowing through the forest. As Niamh watched, figures formed from the clouds above. Many Elves, already fighting, stopped in mid-swing to take in the awe-inspiring sight. A sight Niamh had not yet seen, even in her long Elven years. Griffins.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

she said softly while biting her bottom lip. “Why did I get that pain?” “The child is gaining its gifts while inside your womb and you're feeling it because you're the mommy,” she explained compassionately. “Don't allow ANYONE to drink your blood, or they will know,” she warned, and I nodded slowly. “Like Jaxon did?” She smiled at me and then patted my cheek before telling me how happy she was. “So what gifts do druid wolves possess other than a high sex drive?” I asked.

The saliva of these frogs, which comes out of their nose is very poisonous in that it can burn your skin until the core. We successfully passed Yulo and now we are on the front of the third and last forest before Domlur, the forest Wadek. There is nothing special about this forest aside from it being wide. “We’ll succeed in our hunt in no time,” Rendall smirked as he stood proudly with both hands holding his waist. “We should be more aware of our surroundings,” I interrupted as I saw an unusual scratch on some trees in front of us. I snapped my finger which immediately caught Quinn and Rendall’s attention. I put my index finger close enough to my lips and slowly put down the baggage and brin