Rift World Novels & Stories

“Fionna, dearest, what did you do to the other mages, and can you undo it?” I asked her as I took a peek out the window. Those Buzzards I’d seen flying in were landing all over the clearing outside, and even though there were plenty of wolves howling in the distance to let me know that my pack was summoning anyone and everyone who might be willing to come and help, we were in a world of trouble. I knew that a wolf’s abilities were limited against a mage, especially the ones as powerful as the mages landing outside. I didn’t get a good count, but it looked like there were at least twenty, maybe more. They were of all ages, shapes, sizes, etc. from young women to old men and everything in betw

He touched her arm, but his eyes were already on the window, sensing what she sensed. The door burst open. Jade stumbled in, breathless, her hair wet with frost, eyes wide with terror. “The sky—look.” They ran outside. And saw it. Above the forest, a rift had torn open—a wound in reality, black and spiraling, rimmed in flame. It was wider than the estate itself, spinning like a void hungering to swallow the world. From its heart poured shadows. Not just one. Not dozens. Hundreds. Some crawled like centipedes with too many legs. Others flew with wings spun from smoke. All of them howled, the sound a chorus of hunger and grief.

The blast from the rifle echoed through the frozen air just as Chloe was thrown back. The force of the shot knocked the she-wolf off her feet and she landed heavily in the snow, her head smacking against the rough bark of a tree. For a few moments, everything was silent again except the ringing in her ears and the sound of her blood pumping through her vein. The world of white and grey tilted and spun, forcing Chloe to squeeze her eyes shut to prevent herself from reacting to the dizziness. The pounding in her head pushed away all thoughts and worries. She didn't care if the snow was melting into her clothes or that she was lying defenceless just yards from three very dangerous men. She wond

I nodded stiffly, still buzzing from the feeling of his lips on my skin and wanting more. He sent a cheeky smirk my way before grabbing my hand in his and pulling me in the direction of his territory. We held hands as we walked back to his territory through unclaimed land, where rogues were free to roam. Rogues are wolves that have either left their pack or been kicked out. They were ruthless, soulless werewolves who don't care about rules or authority. When we finally made it to Dark Apollo's territory, Bryan's Beta Andrew met us by the border. He welcomed me back, before telling Bryan about something to do with the pack business.

It has been a week since we found out why the rogues kept stopping me. Uncle Nico let them go and gave them the option of joining the pack. They went to get their families and belongings and chose to join the pack. Pack life is way better than rogue life. Rogue life is so much harder. They have to watch territory lines to make sure they don’t end up on pack lands where the alpha can legally kill them for trespassing. They are treated as sub-beings who are forced to hunt or fight for food. They are not allowed to own land on a pack, but there are always neutral lands to live on. They also have to fight one another for food, living space if they can’t find a rogue commune to live in, and they

“The Rift didn’t just remember peace. It reminded me of the possibility.” They reached a cliff overlooking the valley. Below, where the burned plains of the northern reach had once stretched for miles, now lay something else entirely: cities made of glass and stone coexisted with wild forests and broken rivers that ran in loops, vanishing into themselves. Whole fragments of time overlapped, she could see half-frozen lightning striking in the distance while rain fell upward in lazy spirals. Lira exhaled shakily. “This isn’t real.” “It’s more than real,” Nora said. “The Rift merged what was with what could have been.”

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood

Clashes erupted everywhere as wolves attacked the creatures, but the difference was clear. These new creatures were far more powerful. Screams filled the air. Blood splashed across the ground. Some warriors were thrown aside like nothing. Others fought desperately, refusing to back down. Lyrian stepped forward immediately. “We need to close the rift,” he said. His voice was urgent. Without hesitation, he began to gather his power.

And for a moment, they forgot their allegiances. The Timberfang, Wavecrest, inferno, South and the true North Pack watched the wolf who dared to stand against the witch they had all run away from. They were too dumbfounded to speak, too shaken by the sight to move. Rhiannon broke down on one knee as she attack continued, as she kept pushing back the witch and the shadows. She gasped, and lightning pulsed out of her mouth too like a spear to light, cracking as it thundered over the battlefield.

The air smelled different here, sharper, carrying a metallic tang that made my wolf uneasy. “They’re watching us,” Lyanna said quietly. “They’ve been watching since we entered their territory.” I scanned the cliff face but saw nothing. No movement, or even eyes glinting in the darkness. It was all just stone and shadow. “Where are they?” Ryker asked, his hand resting on the knife at his belt. Not that a knife would do much good against creatures that could kill an Alpha. “Everywhere,” Lyanna said. “Night ravens don’t exist in just one timeline. They flicker between possibilities, between what is and what might be. You’re looking at the present, but they’re already in your future.”