Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

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.

“The rift is widening.” The forest beyond the rift grew brighter, clearer, as if beckoning—or bleeding into their chamber. Light like liquid moonfire dripped from the edges. Erevan pulled Aria backward a step. “This is too unstable.” “We caused this?” she whispered. “No. You did.” Aria flinched. He softened his tone. “Not because you chose to—because your awakening triggered it.” She nodded, though her heart pounded too hard to truly absorb it. The wolf took another step toward the rift, muscles taut, tail stiff—protective.

Only shame. A soft knock. Ngozi entered, carrying a small device — an old temporal stabilizer they had scavenged from the Architect’s fallen tendrils. “We found a weak point,” she said. “A residual rift signature near the old hotel. It’s unstable. Suicidal, probably. But if anyone can survive it…” Damian took the device. “Prepare a team. We leave in an hour.” *************** The old hotel suite was exactly as they had left it bloodstains on the floor, shattered glass, the lingering scent of sex and violence. The residual rift shimmered in the center of the room like a wound that refused to close.

“I know which pack your mother came from and as the Alpha of that pack I do not fault a 10 year old for not knowing what to do as much as I don’t fault my parents for trusting the wrong person as Beta. I don’t fault you for making a decision to unite mates after what happened to you because your mothers own mate hurt her. Chris I don’t fault you for trying and failing to get help because unlike anyone else there you tried. Chris your mother was part of my pack that makes you now and always one of my people. We all make mistakes even me hiding who I was was a mistake and it cost me. It cost me everything. We need to speak with Oliver, Alex and the Twins to strengthen our alliances.” “Ireland,

The kind that doesn't fade when the mission ends. The kind that builds something from ruin. SETUP: Shadows Stir As Eden stepped into the sunlight, her phone buzzed with an encrypted message. “You did well. But the game is far from over. Watch your back.” No signature. No sender. Her fingers trembled as she replied, “Who is this?” No response. Behind her, the city buzzed—alive, unaware. But in the depths of forgotten places, new players were already moving. Lucien’s empire had fractured, but its pieces were lethal—and hungry.

Jake said. “Goat, shut the fuck up,” Dagger said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Wrath is right. Buzzer needs help and Trip taking his anger out on him over that botched drug deal is his own business. We’ve always said we wouldn’t get involved in other club’s turf wars, unless it touches us. This hasn’t touched us, not after Wrath went to see Trip.” “You can’t go alone, Wrath,” Trick muttered. “Intel says the Night Stalkers have grown to 30 members after your initial firefight with Slither. You can’t do everything alone.”

It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title. It was quite unheard of in the history of the Moonstone pack. A luna being involved actively in murder was not something that any pack member expected to witness in our pack, not in our lifetime anyway. The Luna's reason or reasons for killing the Beta was yet to be disclosed to the public, probably only the high families knew; even Darrell didn't know. His father always kept him in the dark about a lot of things, and this was one of them. I have always thought that was a risky way to bring up one's child, considering he would be taking over as Alpha in a few years from now.

If he get to know she was using tinder, he would straight away snitch about it to Theodore, and what he would do should better be left unwritten. "Wo ho. Take a break, munchkin. You aren't planning of hiring her on a job, are you?" Chris laughed, seeing her this much excitement. But, whom he could blame. Except for Emily, Hazel only had Theodore and Chris, who frankly weren't much of a great fun, Chris had to agree. "Tell me na." She demanded mindlessly, her eyes awing at the sight infront of her. As they passed by the check post, Hazel could see the lavish building of headquarters, surrounded by military guards. Now the car was heading towards a parking lot.

He corrected amusement still present in his voice from the comment I made earlier. "It is surreal" "Who would've thought that you helping me unload a quarter ounce would lead to this," "Definitely not me," I mumbled truthfully finishing my glass as Jeremiah returned placing the three boxes on the coffee table sitting down. "Which is which?" he questioned "The wings are mine" I replied as my phone began ringing and I walked away going to the kitchen missing it by a second. I lifted it catching a miss call from Brittany, which was rare these days since she had been ghosting me for the past five days. I sighed suppressing my pride as I redialed her number placing the phone to my ear. It rang tw