Those Beyond Novels & Stories

"Something came through. Something from the other side." I felt the words like frost across my spine. The Underworld. The place of shadows, magic, and monsters. It was a legend, only a ghost story, it couldn't have been real, and yet if it wasn't how else would we explain the chaos before us? Malen would never lie to me, he had a weird sense of humour but I could feel he was telling the truth about this one. The urgency in his voice and the raw fear I saw in his eyes was enough confirmation.

Just before disappearing completely, Aria's final words echoed across the sky. "Someone is already writing the next chapter." Far beyond the newborn universes... Far beyond the reach of gods... Far beyond even possibility... A pair of unknown eyes slowly opened. And smiled.

But on everything beyond reach. “We stop thinking like this is something we can survive,” she says. A pause. “We decide how it ends.” The wind rises harder around them. And somewhere far beyond sight, beyond territory, beyond comprehension— Something answers her presence. Not loudly. Not openly. Just enough to be felt. Like the world itself acknowledging that the next phase has already begun.

One thing was undeniable, though. Kaden came across as deeply moving in the video. Even those who couldn't understand the language could sense his despair through his expressions and the subtitles. Seraphina held the kitten in her arms, her eyes downcast as she said, "I doubt it. We are all separate beings. No one or wolf is essential to another's life. If he chooses to give up on himself, there's nothing that can be done. No one or wolf should suffer for his sake."

Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.” Drust continued. “But I want to you to go into eternity knowing reality. When you face your god, gods or the chasm of hell itself, I want you to know.” Drust reached down and caressed the head of Adelaido and then drew back. He spread his arms, fingers fluttering, and started to chant. Soon, their eyes closed, and they could see a different reality, a vivid life they viewed events from afar, like in a dream, guided by the voice of Drust.

But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave. I instinctively tried to follow, but a thin golden barrier stopped me. Written on it were the words, "On the path to the afterlife, those who’ve moved on will never meet again." I watched as a long-lost smile spread across Emma’s face. And as I smiled, I began to cry. In the end, Emma and I were never meant to be.

I could already feel my emotions welling up inside me. “Hey,” Maimai said, walking over to where I was sitting. “You don’t have to worry about anything. Just take it one step at a time. You’ve got me, Christi, your mom and Alex rooting for you.” Speaking of Alex, Christi cleared her throat, causing a cute laugh to escape my lips. “Guys, what am I missing?” Maimai asked, eyeing me and Christi suspiciously. I stood up, trying to hide my blush. “I’ve got to go,” I said, turning to leave.

The weather seemed to mirror the collective sorrow that filled the hearts of those in attendance. Crystal sat amidst a sea of mourners, her gaze sweeping across the room. Family, friends, and acquaintances had gathered to pay their respects, their faces etched with sorrow and sympathy. She searched for Chloe, her best friend, who stood by her side, her eyes swollen and red from countless tears. Crystal knew that it was almost time—time to say their final goodbyes. She tried not to be so bitter about it but in the end it all came down to one thing, life was cruel and unfair.

They were before me. "After them are the Timeless Wolves. They are the Seniors of our kind. They have been living on this ground for millions of years. They are wolves, more powerful than us. They give us powers and they have the capability to take our powers back too. They can never die. They are immortals, they are like souls wandering everywhere". I nodded, trying to absorb all the information she was sharing with me. It was all so fantastical, yet it felt strangely familiar.

Katherine stared out at the street for a moment longer before finally whispering, “What if I can’t give anything back?” “Then he’ll survive,” Carol said simply. “But you’ll have tried. You’ll have seen what’s out there beyond the ruins. And if, at the end of the day, you feel nothing, then you tell him. Kindly. And he’ll move on. But if there’s even a little curiosity in you… even a flicker of something… isn’t it worth seeing where it goes?” Katherine didn’t speak for a long time. She just watched the rain, her thoughts folding in on themselves like waves.