Unhinged Esper Novels & Stories

Theresa also held a facial expression that showed she also felt the weirdness I felt in the air. All of a sudden, Brent's eyes glowed up, and he began to make weird noises. His bones were also cracking, and he was acting weird. "Brent? Are you okay?" Alpha Diablo asked, looking really concerned about him. "I think you should move away from him." I warned again as I moved a few steps backwards. A scream tore into the air, and it caught our attention. "Help! The undead are alive!" I heard a woman scream in a distance , shouting for help.

We have one class together and we don’t hang out in the same crowds. I assume he has no clue who I am, at least to my knowledge he doesn’t, but with the other students that go to this college, they could get anything they want. I mean, everyone knows who Jeremy Andrews is. He is your typical bad boy. He has a motorcycle and gets into trouble and does not give a shit what happens to him. He is known as the bad boy at our college.

I turned toward the direction of that magnetic tug, expecting her to burst through the chaos like the fury I dreamt of each night. But instead, I saw him. Little Leister. What the actual fuck is he still doing here? My snarl deepened, vibrating through my ribs. “Sebastian,” I mind-linked sharply. “I gave you one job! Get him out!” No response. Figures. Leister stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth agape. The battlefield blazed around him—students shifting mid-run, howls and growls ricocheting off the walls—but he stood there, unmoving, like a lamb surrounded by wolves.

But she did not, rather she pinned her lips in a thin line and watched as the woman began busying herself which bringing out ingredients for her special delicacy. Kehlani was thinking of her manuscript which was why she opened her big fat mouth and asked, "Do you believe in fantasy?" Now she sounded like a creep, poor kind woman would be thinking she was a Lunatic with where she was headed. "Why, of Course." The woman nodded her head so excitedly like she had just won a lottery or something, "Hmm, what kind of fantasy do you believe?" Kehlani ventured.

**The Breaking Point* The days that followed were intense. Clara’s training with Adrian became more grueling, each exercise designed to push her limits. She learned to harness her abilities, bending the elements around her as if they were extensions of herself. But despite her progress, the unease never left her. Every night, the dreams grew worse, more vivid, more haunting. The shadowy figure that haunted her dreams was no longer just a figment of her imagination—it felt real, like something was pulling her toward them.

“Everyone’s so happy, so proud—like I’ve already done something incredible. But inside, I feel… overwhelmed. It’s like I’m carrying the weight of everyone’s expectations, and I don’t even know if I can handle it. I feel like I’m standing on the edge, and I don’t know if I can jump. I’m scared I’ll fall, and I don’t even know if I want to be a mother. It’s a lot to process, Emory. I don’t have a support system—I’ve never really had a family. And now, everyone’s counting on me to be strong.” Her eyes, bright blue and full of energy, suddenly seemed to glow—like her spirit had awakened fully in that moment. I felt it—her raw, unfiltered power, her vulnerability, her hope. Then, as she broke the

Seren had broken all three tonight. She sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, her pale grey robes pooling around her like spilled water, her dark hair loose and tangled from hours of ritual. The candle she held had burned to a stub, hot wax dripping over her fingers in slow, deliberate trails. She didn't feel it. She was too deep in the seeing-state — that strange liminal space between waking and dreaming where everything tasted of copper and static and things that hadn't happened yet. The visions had been getting worse.