Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

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."

CRACK. It sounded like lightning striking the carpet. In the center of the living room, right between the coffee table and the fireplace, the air tore open. It wasn't a neat circle. It was a jagged, violet wound in reality. A wind howled from the rift, smelling of sulfur and ozone. "Get back!" Altair warned, pulling a stun baton from his belt (he started carrying one after the '24 incident). A boot stepped through the rift. It was an armored boot. Black steel, etched with glowing purple runes.

. "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?"

Forrest’s voice rang sharp, her gaze sweeping over the scene—the roses scattered like blood on the floor, Kia still on the ground gathering her books, Chris standing rigid with his jaw clenched, Tessa gripping Liana’s hair like she might never let go, and Ava in the middle of it all with her phone still raised. Liana whimpered, trying to twist free, but Tessa’s grip only tightened. Chris’s eyes flicked between them, his breathing uneven, his shoulders tense as if deciding whether to fight for Liana or pretend he didn’t know her at all. “Enough!” Mrs. Forrest barked, stepping forward. “Tessa, let her go!” Tessa’s hand loosened, but her glare didn’t. Liana dragged herself to the wall behind he

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.”