The Hole Is Open Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

OLIVIA JUNE As I gradually opened my eyes to the blinding light, I realized I was in an unfamiliar room. Confusion washed over me—was I already in heaven? Had my prayers finally been answered? Pain coursed through my entire body, as if I had been struck by a barrage of stones. My head pounded relentlessly, causing my vision to blur. As I turned my head, the stark reality hit me: I was in a hospital. Who had come to my aid? My mother or perhaps our neighbor? My mind was still clouded with pain and confusion, and tears began to well up in my eyes when I suddenly heard someone exclaim. "Oh my God, you’re awake! Doctor! Doctor!"

John helped Sarah up, while Daniel scanned the rubble for any more threats. The spiral lay dead its light gone. And yet… the pit remained open. Not a wound now, but a doorway. One we had no way to close. I crawled to the edge. Steam curled from the opening, soft and rhythmic like the breath of a sleeping monster. “Do you hear that?” I whispered. Dante leaned closer. “It’s her.” Faint, fainter than a whisper, but we heard it…A heartbeat. Falling didn’t feel like falling It felt like remembering.

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--- Memories --- Silence. --- Aren carefully opened the first page. --- And froze. --- For a photo was pasted there. --- A picture of them. --- Of everyone. --- In the clearing. --- The day the door was closed. --- No one had taken that photo. --- No one. --- Beneath it was a handwritten line. --- Handwriting Aren recognized immediately. --- Unsteady. --- A bit crooked. --- But unmistakable. --- > Chapter 1 --- Slowly, he turned the page.

Chapter 1: The Arrival As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the dusty road, a weary traveler approached the outskirts of a mysterious city cloaked in mist. The city seemed to materialize out of thin air, its spires reaching towards the heavens like fingers grasping at the sky. Curiosity mingled with apprehension as the traveler made his way through the imposing gates, their iron bars creaking ominously in the evening breeze. He could sense an air of mystery hanging over the city, like a shroud of secrets waiting to be unraveled.

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

I need this, but not at the cost of my best friend. A small hole started to open. It was truly very small, but going down onto hands and knees, we placed first a hand, then another crawling through, and with that, we entered into the pack grounds. Standing and dusting ourselves off, we look back at the opening as it disappears again. Placing a small purple stone in front of it, she nods, marking the place where the opening was.

"Oh really? Tell me the things she told you about me?" "No. You go first." "It's always ladies first." "Not today." Arabella insisted. "Alright. Have it." "So?" She looked up from her almost empty plate inquisitively." . . Hello 👋 there. Thanks for reading. This is just a filler chapter, the next one is the main deal. Please the book is just starting. Have some patience. Soon you’ll start loving it. Goodnight 😘

*Chapter 14: Run or Break* The ground split open with a sound like the world cracking in half. Lucien grabbed Aria’s wrist, yanking her back as black ash erupted from the fissure. Heat rolled out of the gap, dry and choking. “Run! Now!”

The kind of wrong that slides into your bones before your brain catches up and explains it. I’m warm. Too warm, maybe. Darius is wrapped around me like he always is when he actually lets himself sleep properly. His arm is heavy over my waist, his chest solid against my back, breath slow and deep against my neck. For one stupid second I almost sink back into it because it feels safe. It feels normal. And then it hits. Not a noise. Not a vision. A hole. That’s what it feels like. A hole where something living should be.