The Precipice Book Novels & Stories

🏔️ Chapter Sixteen: The Freefall and the Final Claim . ​The descent was an act of sheer, desperate madness, the cliff face above me still scarred and smoking from the magical detonation of the Null-Anchor. I had bought time, but the Iron Peaks fortress, built deep into the heart of the inhibiting rock, loomed below, a black, brutal cage in the paling light of dawn.

Alexander watching us—not just as test subjects, but as something closer to chess pieces—made my stomach twist. “Which means,” Phoenix continued, “he’ll be waiting for us above.” Damien groaned. “Fantastic.” We pushed through a steel door that led to the last staircase before the main exit. The air grew warmer as we climbed, less metallic, carrying traces of pine trees and the faintest whisper of wind. When Phoenix shoved open the hatch, we stepped back into the world—into sunlight streaking through clouds, into cold air that tasted clean after hours of recycled ventilation. The facility entrance looked almost peaceful, hidden beneath layers of earth and stone, the forest surrounding it sway

“Get in the car.” His voice cuts through the sound of the rain, calm but firm. I blink at him, then I shake my head immediately. “I can’t.” His eyebrows pull together slightly. “What do you mean you can’t?” “I mean I can’t,” I repeat, tightening my grip on the crutches. “I don’t know you.” The rain runs down my face as I look at him properly now, really look at him. “For all I know,” I continue, my voice sharpening slightly, “you could be a predator.”

And then— It retreats. Back. Into nothing. Gone. The fire settles. The night continues. As if nothing happened. But everything has. ****** Prisca gasps, her eyes snapping open. Her entire body is trembling now. “No…” she whispers. She knows that feeling. That presence. --- She didn’t imagine it. She didn’t dream it. --- She survived it. --- “That man…” she breathes. --- Her mind pieces it together now. Slowly. Horrifyingly. ---

My own arms felt like they were made of lead; one felt heavy on my stomach while the other dangled freely towards the ground. I could hear Alec speaking to me but my brain couldn't process anything he was saying. It all sounded like complete gibberish, as if he was speaking in some made up language. I could see sparks and stars zooming across my field of view as I searched around. Eventually, one of the stars stopped in front of a car, and I realized I was being put inside of it.

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Chapter 202: Sparks Beyond the Mountains Dawn came slow over La Paz, a haze of gold through the misty streets. Sophia stood atop a small terrace overlooking the plaza, hands clasped over the cloak still heavy with ash. Below, the Council of Voices stirred again—delegates arriving, carrying tokens of yesterday’s disputes, fragments of chalk, scraps of parchment. The city was alive with the hum of decision, but Sophia’s gaze reached beyond the rooftops, toward the distant peaks and the cities beyond.