Space Rift Novels & Stories

A large iced raspberry mocha with coconut milk and whip cream. “I don’t know how you drink that sweet shit,” Aiden says. “If you want to insult my coffee then you can find food elsewhere.” She replies with her nose in the air. Trevor and Brady start laughing at Aiden. The horrified look on his face is the reason. I have a feeling that these assholes are going to be loitering in my bus from now on since they have figured out that there is good food available. After breakfast and a shower, I walk back out to find Kyaria in a purple sundress and flip flops. She has her camera in hand.

All delegates with be getting a raffle stab if they will be availing of the special package for tonight's grand launch. Prizes will be, to have a dinner date with the ramp model of their choice all expenses paid by the management, a special discount of the launch garments, and an out-of-town tour in Coron, Palawan. This marketing strategy entices their salesforce to activate and be productive in that particular hour.

I closed my eyes. And that was my last memory before I lose my consciousness. ~~~~ I opened my eyes only to be greeted by a forest. "Seraphina of Fiery Land, the hope of the elements." Greeted by a woman who is clothed with a warrior's clothing with red fur around her waist, right arm, and left thigh. "Who are you?" I asked the woman, she didn't answer, instead, I was given a deathly stare.

And from this distance, I wasn’t supposed to be able to hear a damn thing but my hyper fixation on them made it very easy to. “Eyes front, Cara Mia,” he said to her while the endearment he used, my love, felt like acid against my own veins. Her spine went rigid, her eyes fluttering as she forced her gaze away from me and fixed it forward instead. Like she was ignoring me. My jaw locked as my nails pressed into my palm so hard I could swear that I had drawn my own blood. But then I exhaled slowly. The rage didn’t fade, not at all, it just settled. It had to. For now.

He could tell that Jude and the others were also unaware of their nervous demeanor. However, he was confident in himself, so he was not worried. Time passed, and everyone from the Cooks grew anxious. It was twelve o'clock. Everyone instantly turned serious. Suddenly, a spiritual ripple started to appear at the center of the canyon. A Space Rift that was ten meters high and five meters wide slowly appeared before them. Wilbur frowned. It was a huge Space Rift. It was not the work of an ordinary cultivator. He would not be able to create that either.

“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.”

And above it— A rift. Not mist. Not shadow. But an open tear in reality itself, suspended in midair. Its edges flickered, raw and unstable, an unearthly storm brewing within its depths. Lena’s breath hitched. This wasn’t just a rift. This was the Rift. The origin. The source. And it was waking up. A deep rumble shook the chamber as the Rift pulsed. The mist above them recoiled, retreating, as if waiting for something to emerge.

The ground beneath their feet began to tremble. Not an aftershock from the explosions. A rift. The air in the center of the chamber tore open with a sound like ripping silk, a jagged vertical slash of swirling blue and violet light. Temporal energy crackled along its edges, spitting sparks that scorched the concrete floor. From within the rift came voices distorted, layered, calling from countless versions of their lives.

Elvira revealed. "What is behind Rift?" I asked. "Now that is quite the excellent question." Marcus said like he had been expecting the inquiry. All I needed to do was to listen closely and ask the right questions. "Our planet is located in galaxy that is filled with different worlds and dimensions." He began. "The Rift is a supernatural wall that separates this dimension from others. Our world is a place where Werewolves exist only. There are no other creatures existing here." "Witches," Elvira said proudly.

“Buzzer, I like you, but I will shoot you in the fucking head if you refer to her as pussy one more time. She wasn’t planted on me. I knew she was Trip’s sister when I pursued her and since then, I’ve seen Trip once, at the annual biker run and my affiliation with Bandit is none of your fucking business. I have the same affiliation with almost every MC in the state, so fuck you and your assumptions.” “We’re not affiliated with the Reapers, despite who Wrath fucks. We’re friendly with Trip, just like we’re friendly with you,” Nitro said. “We want a new alliance. We want back in on the runs and we want a cut from the Stalker territory,” Mutt said.