The Precipice Book Novels & Stories

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

The Edge of Resolve Zara's gasps were quick and raspy in the silent air as her feet pounded the uneven ravine floor. With each step, the weight of the book and the crystal in her satchel pulled at her, but she was more aware of Kael's voice telling her to go than she was of her own fatigue. As she ran farther into the ravine, the terrain changed. A tiny route cut through steep cliffs, and the jagged rocks seemed to shut in. With every step she travelled, the distant clash of conflict became less audible as a small stream flowed along the base, its sound steady and quiet.

“You should be wise, think twice before you will ever do a single thing from now on, for the taboo that you three just commits is more than enough to produce the chain of cracks unto the walls of the future and to the succeeding loops. Kindly remember that, Pauleen.” Walking away as she enters a black hallowed space that is just open for her. She steps right and immediately inside as she cut in between that chronological time of the first loop and unto the hidden mark, where Jane finds the forbidden book and opens the gate of His, as her voice echoes reading the book title. “DEATH REINCARNATE.” Still into the invisible cage and stands unto the corner as she steps right into the middle before

“It’s kind of like fire, right?” “I can try!” I let thoughts of Penn and our passionate nights together fill my body as I shot out my hand. Nothing happened. The lava continued to flow. “I don’t think I have any control over the Shadow Precipice!” I cried. We dove out to opposite sides to dodge the river of lava. It’s like it purposely wanted to separate us. There was no way for us to be reunited. We locked eyes and nodded, silently agreeing that it was every person for themselves now. We were officially competing.

he said. The word fell between them and neither of them moved and the night air of Heaven held its perfect eternal temperature and the stars burned with their calculated precision and Lucifer felt the specific gravity of the moment, two beings at the edge of something, one of them further along the edge than the other, both of them looking down. He thought about the Precipice. About the day he had stood there and felt the material world calling to him and the guilt had not come. He thought about the specific relief of that, the absence of the expected correction, the silence where the obedience reflex should have fired and did not.

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

Nothing came out of her mouth as he was leading her down the path of her destruction. What else could she have expected from him? She willingly chose this path. She signed up for it fully aware of the consequences. Stepped into this forbidden circle with no way out until he decided otherwise. Goosebumps crept up her arms as the cold of the place made contact with her warm skin, but more than that, they were the result of his proximity. Kevin's calloused hand pushed the glass door, guiding her inside. They were now right beneath the rainfall shower head, its soft golden light subtly kissing their clothed bodies.

Waffle said and gave her the books, without even waiting for her reply she dismissed. "To Karl?", She asked herself as she held the books. " Isn't Karl also one of the bad boys, maybe am just overthinking things",Precious said to herself as she carried the book on her hands with her heading to Karl's dorm. Few minutes later Precious got to the hostel, she heaved a sigh and stretched," Dammit this is punishment in hell",She said to herself before taking the stair up to the dorm. She got to the door and looked up reading the number written ontop,"Number seven, this is it",She said to herself before she knocked on the door. She knocked again and the door automatically opened itself as she fell

She turned on her heel, her long cape trailing behind her as she vanished into the banquet hall. Left alone with the stone walls, I felt the freezing mountain air pierce through my robes. Every elite family in the territory was calculating our vulnerability, transforming my ascension night into a tactical disaster. "The crown is missing from your brow, Chika," Brook Owen remarked, his voice smooth as silk as he emerged from the shadow of the armory gates. I adjusted my tactical vest, my survival instincts instantly locking onto his predatory smirk. "The black pearl piece is far too valuable to expose to border thieves, Brook. I have secured it inside the titanium vaults."

I’ve begged him for answers, for anything, but he only smiles and says, “there’s nothing out there for you anymore, Principessa. The sooner you realize it, the sooner you’ll be happy.” That was the moment I stopped hoping. Sometimes I wake up gasping for air, choking on phantom smoke. Sometimes I see Gabriella’s eyes wide and unblinking through a haze of ash. Sometimes I hear Damian calling my name, begging me to run. But how can I run? The penthouse is sealed tight, every single door having it’s own private code. Even the windows are unbreakable. I tried once, smashing a lamp against the glass. It didn’t even crack, but my hand bled. So, I just let my blood drip onto the floor.