Novel & Cerita The Wild Edge Of Sorrow

I hug him before turning to leave again. ‘Liberty we did lose something tonight huh?’ I feel her nodding her head in my mind. ‘No one as much as Wilder and Zander. We can only hope that this is the case where not all things lost stay lost forever.’ Tears build in my eyes at the devastation in my wolf’s voice. (Wilder POV)

*** The border was a tree line. That was all. A shift from manicured Silvercrest territory into older growth, wilder, the ground softer underfoot and the air different in a way I'd never been able to name. I'd stood at this edge a hundred times growing up and understood, without being told, that crossing it alone meant something irrevocable. Dawn was greying the sky. Not fully light yet. The kind of dark that makes sounds carry. I crossed. The moment my foot came down on the other side, the bond pulled in my chest. A long, fading ache, like a string stretched past its limit. Silvercrest at my back. Wilderness ahead.

“It wasn’t rejection.” Elora’s heart thudded painfully. “Then what was it?” Briar exhaled slowly. “Correction.” The word landed heavier than Elora expected. Briar moved carefully now, circling the edge of the clearing as though testing invisible boundaries. “Your emotions are bleeding into the Wilds,” she said. “Fear makes them defensive. Anger makes them lash.” Elora’s laugh came out sharp and humorless. “Then I’m doing great.” The pressure peaked.

The edge of the world was a jagged line of white static. Every few seconds, another inch of the Iron Mountains was "Liquidated," turning from solid granite and black lilies into a featureless, blinding vacuum. The Pack retreated higher, their howls echoing with a primal terror as the familiar scent of the forest was replaced by the smell of ozone and nothingness. "Elara, hold the 'Root'!" Silas shouted over the roar of the collapsing reality.

~Eira The sky was bleeding. I stood at the edge of a crumbling cliff, wind whipping through my silver hair, the ground beneath my feet fractured and charred. What had once been a valley of lush forests and crystalline rivers was now a blackened wasteland—skeletal trees twisted like broken fingers, soil cracked open like a wound. And the screaming. Gods, the screaming.

My arms lay covered in wet leaves and moss, and I consistently scratch myself on bark and branches trying to pull me down. I catch myself from nearly stumbling multiple times. And while the driver’s lack of presence makes me believe I’ve evaded him, I realize the false sense of hope I’ve given myself when I’m forced to stop dead in my tracks. No… My horrified eyes settle on what looks like the edge of the world. I stand at the forest’s edge, and before me, it drops into what seems like a bottomless cliff. The wind howls in a cry as I back away from the edge. I turn around ready to look for another escape route, only to see the driver slinking out from the forestry, a crazed smile playing on

The wind whipped through my hair, my heart pounding in rhythm with the crunch of dried leaves and broken twigs beneath me. The farther I went, the lighter I felt. Only in the solitude of the wilderness could I momentarily forget my shackles. When I reached the crest of a hill, I halted, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Before me stretched an endless sea of trees bathed in the silvery glow of the full moon. I tilted my head back, staring at the celestial body that had watched over me all my life. A raw, primal sorrow welled up inside me. With a sudden, desperate need to release the anguish festering within me, I threw my head back and howled.

the Author shouted, her ivory fingers coming down onto the keys of her floating desk with the force of a thunderclap. The text around us began to rewrite itself. The word "LOVE" was systematically replaced by the word "LIEN." The word "MERCY" became "MARGIN." The New Wild was being edited out of existence in real-time, the willow pavilion outside the chasm beginning to scream as its roots were turned back into silicon data-pipes.

I keep looking outside the window but I snap my head towards Henna when I hear her sniffling beside me. Looking at her crying face makes me realize that now I'm sad.Her crying makes me sad but not the fact that Mary, our neighbor, died. Unable to decide what to do instantly, I hesitantly try to move my hands towards her shoulder but I stop as soon as I see Gabriel doing the same. He hugs his mother and consoles her, mumbling softly "It will be alright. She is in a better place." She leans into his touch and puts her head on her son's shoulder, crying her heart out. Biting my lips,I watch them having their moment.

He backed off slightly and looked down at me, enjoying seeing me panic. "Why are you so anxious?" he asked, his eyes glinting darkly as his gaze swept over me once more. I tried my best to curl up into a fetal position, but I couldn't move my limbs at all. They felt like they had all frozen in place, and no amount of struggling would work. "Stop fighting it," Jared said, looking at me with fake pity. "It's going to be even harder for you if you accidentally trigger the Punishment Mode." I didn't want to know what that meant, and I certainly didn't want to try to understand the playful glint in Jared's eyes.