The Space Between Worlds Novels & Stories

Time was ticking dull and tedious. It was when her eyes were shut closed and completely devoured by the obscure and uninvited eclipse eating up the light of her vision. She caught a glimpse of the two nuns for the last time before she dozed off to unconsciousness. Her heart, pounding a loud and banging beat - a rather dire and portentous beat, enveloping her distorted and disturbed psyche to finally lay a single touch of her life before everything else was fragmented.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: THE SPACE BETWEEN HELD BREATHS Lena's Pov The night after I told him about the placement, I didn’t sleep. Not because of fear but because of space. The idea of it stretched between us like a living thing. Six months. A country away. Time zones and new streets and unfamiliar skies. It wasn’t a threat exactly, but it wasn’t harmless either. Space could soften things… or sharpen them into something you couldn’t touch without bleeding.

said Miss Close. "The Cold War rivalry between the United States and the Soviet Union lasted for decades ." Jenna's voice quivered as soon as she began speaking. "And... And resulted in anti-communist suspicions and international incidents that led the two superpowers to the brink of nuclear disaster..." She continued, clearing her throat. After a while, when she reached the end of her presentation, she realised it wasn't that scary after all. Yes, she was practically shaking but no one made fun of her. She realised that they all had to do a presentation at the end of the day. They must've felt just as intimidated! "Well done Jenna!" Miss Close admired as everyone in the class applauded.

How significantly can one choice change a life? Standing in the doorway and looking down at the bruised figure laying still on the cold concrete floor, Luca felt himself forgetting to breathe for a faint moment. He knew if he took one step over the invisible line that was drawn between him, and her his life would be over. ‘Mine or hers? Mine or hers? He kept repeating the phrase in his mind even though he already knew the answer to it. His hands trembled at his side as his feet slowly crossed the line, he was so desperately anxious to cross throughout his life. Was the iceberg he built around his heart broken down piece by piece by her when he did not notice?

“Always expect the unexpected. I'm spiriting you away to a place beyond your wickedest dreams. Past the lip of the Abyss lies the end of imagining. The empty space of dreams and limitless possibility lies before you. We are a heartbeat's space between worlds.” “Worlds?” “Dimensions. Realms. Beyond the Border, over the crack, and through a wrinkle in time.” Samael narrowed his eyes, summoning his scythe. Swinging it in a vicious arc, he tore a rip in the fabric of reality. The jagged line seeped beautiful white light. We stepped out of the dark, into the rabbit hole.

Her breath gradually evened out as she gazed at the forest below, an ocean of shadows and mysteries stretching as far as the eye could see. The treetops swayed in the wind, quivering like a living entity, and Alma felt a strange nostalgia wash over her. How many times had she wandered through this forest, thinking she belonged there, that her destiny was sealed? But now she doubted. She looked up at the horizon. Beyond the trees, beyond the pack's borders, what lay beyond? Did humans live in a world as cruel as the Keibsters', or were there lands where freedom wasn't won through violence and bloodshed?

I wake up to nothingness. No pain. No warmth. No sound but the soft thrum of something ancient and pulsing beneath me. This is not Earth. And it sure as hell isn’t the underworld. It’s an in-between. A space that floats between endings and beginnings. Where time slows, and meaning warps. My feet find the ground—or something like it. It’s soft, silver-touched, like mist that remembers how to be solid. Trees drift through the sky like they’re made of smoke and memory, their roots curling above like constellations.

in its place. "Six days," she murmured. … When Gwyneth woke up the next morning, Asher was already home. He had dark circles under his eyes, clearly from a night of too much fun. Gwyneth ate her breakfast. Asher looked at the whiteboard and frowned. "What's with the six?" Gwyneth kept a straight face. "Six more days until we leave for abroad." Six more days until she could finally end this 12-year relationship and walk away from him.

"Out of nowhere. She didn't even give me a real reason. Just said she 'needed space.' I guess that’s code for seeing someone else. Probably someone who actually has a life." Justine sighed and sank onto the edge of the couch, scooping up Aiden’s Golden Retriever puppy, Lan, who had been whimpering at his feet. "Man, you're spiraling. You need a distraction before you turn into a hermit." He looked up, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes. "Let's hit that new club I told you about. The Neon Pulse. It's supposed to be legendary." "I'm good," Aiden replied quietly, his eyes already drifting back to the wall. "I'll just go to the café later and get some coffee. And Maybe read."

THE VOID BETWEEN GODS Aria hit the ground so hard her bones rattled. The space around her wasn’t a realm—not fully. It was a bruise in existence, a swollen pocket between worlds where nothing truly lived and nothing truly died. The air tasted of burnt stars, bitter metal, and regret. Her palm slid against a surface that felt like stone… then water… then mist. It was all of them. It was none of them. “Aria.” That voice. That voice wasn’t Kael’s. Her pulse spiked. She twisted, ready to strike—