Unravel 2 Novels & Stories

After placing his urn beside my mother's grave, I remained where I was, sitting quietly between them and tracing their names with my eyes as they stood side by side in stone. I did not speak, and I did not cry. I simply stayed there for a while, letting the silence settle around me. My phone did not ring until Raymond finally called. I had no idea what he wanted, but after five or six unanswered calls, he left a voice message demanding that I get home immediately. I glanced at the message, then rose and left the cemetery. The drive back was strangely peaceful. My mind was completely blank, and for once, I was not thinking about anything at all.

"Then they continue expanding their influence until reality itself becomes unstable enough to collapse under the weight of their philosophical contradictions." The stakes had just escalated beyond anything we had prepared for. Not just supernatural war, not even the survival of enhanced civilization, but the continued existence of coherent reality in affected regions. "Conventional force assessment of enemy capabilities?" I asked the tactical coordinator. "Extensive but not unlimited," she replied after consulting field reports. "The Unraveling entities seem to require significant energy expenditure to maintain their unmaking abilities. Prolonged engagement leaves them vulnerable to conventi

"Get some sleep. I need to prep Rylan." As he walked out, I looked at the closed door. The fractal. The Unraveling. Creation versus Destruction. I just hoped the builder wasn't the one holding the detonator. -------------------------------------------

“And what is the verdict.” “It’s legit,” she placed the ring down on the counter, amongst an assortment of pins and needles, with thread peaking out from my working piece of fabric a new design ready to be brought to reality. “But,” she hummed, “The jeweller that told you this was the highest clarity he had, was lying.” Warren’s face faltered a moment, “How did you know I asked for the highest clarity?” “You’re Warren Astor,” she said simply sliding the ring back over to him, “You would only ever accept the best, and you have been swindled.”

They say in Unison, "You, have to give us the full permission to cross Then Orna says alone, "You cannot be full, to do what you are planning. You must break our chains. We will have an unbreakable truce with you as soon as we all have passed through fully. We will help fight your coming war. This I vow. None of the Red Earth residents will ever try to hurt you. They are sworn to you. We will die for you, and your family. To do what you are doing. Break our chains that bind you to our doors, and travel to the end and go through, and you will find what you seek. It will not be easy. It will test your true self. If you are balanced, you have nothing to fear. If you're not, then you will cause

Jacob Valdez sent you a friend request. Accept / Delete Hmmm Jacob Valdez? Who is this guy? Meh I should just check it later at home, who knows what my professor will do when I get caught using a phone at class. Our professor just gave us a whole translation. Even it took hours I still couldn’t get it; I need brain cells. Why did I even stayed up late watching dramas? What to do? I just shut my eyes and just put my head on my desk.

You know, media people, tsk! I knocked on the front door and the door opened for me. "Hey, Avi! Long time no see friend! How are you?" Opening greetings to me by Dra. Hope Javier, my doctor friend that I met at the University when I tried to enroll in college, but then I failed to do it because my control freak mother blocked it. "Here, I'm still annoyed with my mother,” I simply replied and sat down in the seat in front of her.

She turned back to the window and fell silent, trying to remain calm and not let the weight of the morning settle too heavily on her chest. She almost didn’t notice when he slowed down. He pulled over. She looked out through the windshield. It was a building—new, clean, It had a wide glass front, solid architecture, and a street that possessed the kind of quiet a business environment needs. Across the front, in bold, clean lettering, it read—MIRA & CO. She stared at it. Then she turned to look at him. He stepped out of the car and opened her door before she could reach for the handle..

Warmth spread throughout my body, unwanted and unfamiliar. I didn’t know how to respond. So I didn’t say anything. Instead, I looked down at the graves one last time. At the names carved in stone. At the two fresh bouquets of sunflowers. And for the first time in a long time, it didn’t feel like I was alone. “Come on,” I said again, nudging his sneakers lightly with mine. “If you don’t want lunch, that’s fine. But at least walk with me.” He stood up this time with no hesitation.

New Headline: “Inside Macey Carter’s Meltdown—What Really Happened Outside Sterling & Co.” My chest tightened. I hit power, holding it down until the screen went black. And then, finally, silence. I curled under the blanket, pulling it up to my chin. The familiar smell of home wrapped around me—lavender and laundry detergent. For the first time in days, I let myself stop fighting the exhaustion as my eyes drifted shut.