The Precipice Book Novels & Stories

He followed it, his feet walking on it’s own until he reached a section of fantasy book. He reached the peculiar book with glowing gold letters, as if it has life inside. He almost dropped the book while browsing the few pages… “It has the story of our life as Kalantiaw until I died as Estefan,” says Joshua, the problem is it was written in his perspective, in the end, he was not able to know what Leticia had been thinking, also there is no mentioning of the bracelets nature, not even how it ended on Amaya’s hand.

“You are the symbol of liberty and the truest free spirit. When the body is tamed but the heart remains free. When you gain spiritual freedom becoming wise beyond human understanding. Unfurl your wings and fly, great Pegasus of the sky.” I finally understand its meaning as fire erupts through my veins, and my mane and tail transform into blue flames. My four hooves produce flames too. Then a sharp pain shoots through my back before black feathery wings sprout from my spine and catch us on the air current preventing us from reaching the bottom, lifting us up. “Oh my! This is incredible!” I hear Rayne exclaim and I find myself agreeing with her as I focus on working my wings to get us back to

A bullet flies over my ear, which is so near that I can feel it burn. “We can’t make it!” Ava gasps. Hot her breath is in my throat. “Liam—look—” I don’t look. If I look, doubt creeps in. “We have to,” I say. “I won’t let them take you.” The precipice falls down to black. The rock is made of glass by the rain. The wind blows upward and it is cold and fierce and like the earth breathing. I lower myself over the edge. My boots scrape. Rocks lose their grip and disappear into the shadows. Ava whimpers and fusses her head in my shoulder. I hold a root with my free hand, and slip fingers, skin tearing. Mud coats my palms. The blood combines with rain and makes the whole slick.

Coming home was never as fun or as exciting as it was before he met his former girlfriend and his son. It seemed like some heavy loads were weighing him down. Nonetheless, he had to show his face to his wife and live with her. He was glad when he arrived and found out that his wife was not at home, making him feel more relaxed. As his habit of not going to sleep early, he went to his library and took a book to read. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was eleven o'clock at night, and still, not a sign of his wife. Half an hour passed, he heard the creaking sound of the door and saw his wife coming in. She curtseyed at him, not saying any word, and went to her room. They have been sleeping

I manage to make it into the shower and turn the tap on before slumping to the floor. The waters so cold it makes my teeth clatter and my skin to break out in goosebumps. But the fire’s still burning. It burns my fingertips against my drenched clothes. It burns my touching thighs. It burns a path on my cheeks from the silent tears. It burns my lungs with every laboured breath. The perfect leather bound book scent hits me and sweet relief engulfs me the moment warm hands cup my cheeks. “Danika?” His voice is panicked. “What’s wrong?” He wipes the tears form my cheeks and I sob in relief.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

Only this time, when I started to swim I found myself in dreams that I could not wake from. I was standing on a precipice. There was a big yawning darkness stretching out as far as I could see in front and to the sides of me. Behind me I could see a small stone path that gets darker the farther away it gets. I cannot even see where the path came from only that it led me here, to this precipice. Unable to go forward, I spin and try to leave only to find the path vanishing in front of me. Soon, I am left on a small pedestal with nowhere to go.

She decided to go back to her quarters and prepare herself for tomorrow… the Big Day. In some ways she wished she had chosen a more private setting before her hike. She had not felt any privacy, really since she had been alone with Sean in the car. Between the plane, the streets and the dormitory like setting of the hostel, she was getting used to remembering what college felt like. Honestly the dilapidated feel of the hostel she had chosen even reminded her of the days she used to get high. For a moment she looked up at another set of bunks and thought it looked as if the frail man sitting there were about to pick up a piece of foil and smoke through a straw, or maybe a chore filled pipe. S

'Good,' he said. She reached for his hand in the dark and held it until he fell asleep and then she lay awake a while longer, listening to the mountain be quiet around them, and she thought about all the families that had found their way to a better version of themselves through the seventh peak. Including, quietly, this one. ✦ ✦ ✦

*** The Next Day I followed Preston into the woods, knowing that he was on a mission. I could see that he was determined to find the book, but it wasn’t just that. I could see the happiness that had grown in his eyes as we neared the location of the metroparts in Berea, Ohio. It was like he was coming home, and it made me happy to see, even though it also made my heart ache to be that happy over something so simple. I followed him through the twists and turns of the dirt path until we were standing on the edge of a small cliff.