The Edge Of Never Novels & Stories

A few years later, at a Bluemoon Group press conference, the acting CEO declared that the company would now fall under the permanent authority of the Elder Council. Ryder, the once untouchable Alpha, surrendered every title he bore, then slipped from the world as if erased. The media erupted with speculation. Some said he'd gone mad, others swore he was already dead, and a few claimed he'd gone into seclusion in some far-off place. Yet in the quiet coastal town of Norvane, locals now and then caught sight of a tall, solitary figure.

Don't you remember? The night ended on a bitter note. When I stepped outside, thick snowflakes were falling from the sky. As I got into the car, Oliver stood there in the cold. His thin figure was trembling, and his eyes were rimmed red. "I was foolish and blinded by a passing infatuation. Losing you made me realize that what I had was priceless. Please… give me another chance." His voice broke. "I'm begging you." Before I could respond, something caught my attention in the distance. Under the streetlight stood a tall man, snow collecting in his dark hair.

"Even now—you're still protecting him?" Then everything flipped. Kylie grabbed the metal vase by Stella's grave. Heavy. Fixed in place. Solid. She shoved me aside, lifted it high, and slammed it down without hesitation. The vase was solid, unforgiving. The first hit drove a jagged edge straight into his eye. His body jerked, his scream tearing out—raw, not even human. "Aaah! You're insane! Help—someone help—" She didn't let him finish. Another blow.

We reached the edge of Ashveil territory at sunrise, our shoes soaked and mud clinging to our knees. Everyone was on edge. The Old Growth pushed us out onto a stretch of no-man’s-land that matched every border town I’d ever heard about: shanties drooping from too many winters, battered trucks scattered around, and a bar called “The Den” with its sign creaking in the wind. The sky looked flat, and the air felt thin, like the world was waiting for something.

He did not pull away. “EdgePoint scouts were seen near the eastern border today,” he said, voice rough as his breath ghosted across my breasts. “They are growing bolder. Using silver again.” I brushed my breast against his lips again, deliberately this time. A shiver ran through me. “Then you need to be strong,” I breathed. “You cannot afford weakness, not with them hunting us.”

He tried to pull his feet closer to the edge of the cliff. "Holy Flamdro!" shouted Edmund, channeling his holy fire with every slash of his red sword. Step by step, Edmund made it to the edge of the magic circle. His strength was exhausted, but he was still trying to escape himself. With all his strength, he cut the ground he was standing on. The ground was split open by Edmund's holy fire, and the piece of earth on which Edmund was trodden fell into a deep ravine. Edmund's body plunged sharply into the abyss with thinning consciousness. He would die with a crushed body that was slammed hard to the bottom of the abyss.

"We've known each other for so many years. I don't hate you, but I've never loved you." Nolan's words hit right at Shyla's heart. Nolan had never loved her. With a dull thud, the door was slammed shut, and Shyla knew that Nolan would not come back. Staring at the half-knitted scarf on the floor, Shyla picked it up and brushed off the dust on it. She had to finish what had been done halfway. Staying up late, Shyla concentrated on finishing the scarf. She embroidered Shyla' on the edge of the scarf, indicating that it was made by her.

And at the very end of it, a door. A metal one, rusted and old, with vines creeping in from the other side. Amber shoved it hard. It groaned, loud and slow, but finally gave way. The air that rushed in was different, wild, unclaimed. No pack scent. No walls. Just cold night wind and the endless stretch of trees under a starless sky. We’d made it to the edge of no man's land. I turned back, just once. Just to see it. The fortress. The place where I was broken. Where I nearly lost everything.

I begged him I don't know how much more of this I can take. "You think I'm done with you? Oh please we're just starting the fun". The basement went ice cold The only thought that ran through my mind at that moment was... "He's finally going to kill me too". He grabbed a whip and I shuddered when I saw it because it's no ordinary whip it has little thorns on it so when it makes contact with my skin it splits it open even more. I know this because when he first started these "fun games" the old whip hurt bad but this one was ten times worse.

"You saved it." But their attention was quickly drawn away from the beauty. Ahead of them, at the very edge of this new reality, was the Wound. It was worse than Sela had described. It wasn't just a hole. It was a raging storm of nothingness. It was like looking into a waterfall of static that erased everything it touched. The edges of the new universe were constantly being pulled into it, the blue grass and pink sky dissolving into grey static before being consumed by the void.