Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry if I bothered you. I can—” “No.” He cut me off gently. “I wasn’t. What’s wrong, baby?” Baby. My eyes stung instantly. I squeezed them shut, trying to keep my breathing even, but it came out shaky anyway. “Everything,” I whispered. “Everything’s falling apart, Nik. Mom—she relapsed, and Lily—she’s so fucking angry. And I—I don’t know what to do. I can’t fix this, and—” My voice broke. “I’m scared. I’m so scared.”

I can finally let go of my guilt and past. Lilith smiled knowingly. "A blood bond is special because it bonds you more than a normal connection that you share with your mate. But be careful, Hunt. There's trouble on the rise and I want you to be focused too. The pack needs reassurance now more than ever. I didn't get a vision this time, but something is coming and I'm not sure what it is but is not good. It's as of we're on the precipice of war."

. "With you currently or back home?" Ivan said kneeling to be eye level with Frank's child-like frame. "Well, both actually?" Frank asked bluntly. "You just experienced an episode of PTSD. You've been getting them on and off for the past few months. I don't know what is triggering it but we've been working through them. As for back home..." Ivan looked down to the dirt as if begging the ground to answer for him. "Ivan just says it, I can handle it." Frank said placing his hand on Ivan's shoulder. "We lost contact with them about 6 months ago. The last thing James was able to get to us was not to return until they came for us. So in short it is bad and due to protecting the girls we're stuck

“After I broke up with you. I got so angry, I thought you didn't love me that much. I didn't even think straight but thought being a rogue could actually be the answer. I wanted to wreck my life totally and then agreeing to Raphael's offer was what I could do. He made me a rogue by bonding Chelsea and I but I knew it didn't work the way he expected because after rejecting you, I was supposed to be disconnected from you but I was still connected to you”

“I don’t think I’ll have a choice.” His silence was heavier than any response. She could see the battle warring in his eyes—the need to protect her against the realization that some protections couldn’t hold. Thunder rumbled, but the sky stayed dry. The clouds churned like a living thing, and the red streaks faded slowly back into darkness, leaving behind an unnatural stillness. The rift had not fully opened. Not yet. But the first crack had split the world, and they had all felt it. Ruby straightened, though her body trembled. “We need to tell the others. Tonight. No more waiting, no more pretending this is just the aftermath of the war. The rift is here. The real fight hasn’t even started.

"For now, that really is the best place for him. And no, I'm not going to retrieve him. Star Alliance is in turmoil. The Ruin Order's sudden resurgence—we still haven't figured out how or why. "On top of that, the rift in spacetime is getting worse. With so much chaos piling up, I can't be everywhere at once. If I bring Felix to my side now, I might end up hurting him more than helping. Visiora is simpler... safer." Viggo paused mid-drink, face suddenly grim. "The rift's getting that unstable?"

he said, "that if you sever even one thread, the consciousness dissolves? You understand mercy means death?" Raven didn't respond. Just extended her awareness toward the consolidation structure. Eight different perspectives analyzing the same network simultaneously. Eight different angles identifying weakness points. The network was failing. Not because she attacked. Because it was fundamentally unstable. Seventeen minds forced into singular structure, each resisting, each pushing against others. The threads fractured from internal pressure alone. Darius knew it. "If I die," he said, moving toward her with desperation that made him more dangerous, "if you kill me, you kill them. All seventee

The Rift in the Deep Ronan steadied himself, palms pressed against obsidian rock slick with algae, as if the solidity of stone could anchor him against the storm inside. He narrowed his eyes, forcing his intent to sharpen into a spear. He would find it—the source of this wrongness. But the moment he reached outward, he faltered. It was like trying to clutch smoke in a gale. The energy slid through his grasp, vast and ancient, swirling beyond his comprehension. It was not the familiar pulse of current, not even the fury of storm. It was alien.

“I’m not leaving you. Not like this.” Elaia’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold. “You have no choice, Evryn. The rift is unstable. If you stay, it will consume everything in its path, including you. Including him.” Evryn clenched her fists, a surge of defiance rising within her. “I won’t run. Not again.”

And I knew—if she pushed herself any harder, she’d burn herself out. I moved toward her quietly, boots crunching over frost-bitten grass. “You should rest.” “I will,” she said without looking up. “After I’m sure everyone else is settled.” Her voice was steady. Too steady. I crouched beside her, watching the ripples in the lake. “The rift isn’t like the others,” I said finally. “You feel it too.” She nodded once. “It’s...older. Stronger.” I didn’t say it, but we both knew it meant trouble. A rift like that meant layered waves. Multiple bosses. Things the kingdom hadn’t seen in decades.