Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

He turns and begins to walk away. “Wait why now? I thought you were going to help me.” He turns around furious. “There is no Alpha Franklin. That is the name of his wolf, Dark Side of the Moon Pack is what Alarick calls his pack of filth.” Just like that my whole world crumbles as Finn howls in pain inside my head. We again trusted the wrong person and left our mate unprotected. As a mate especially for an Alpha mate nothing is more important than keeping your mate safe and I keep failing.

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

GINEVRA Sometimes, I wondered how many raptures I had missed. I’d sit in my room and hear about all the massacres, the genocides, volcanic eruptions, suicides, homosides, and every natural and unatural causes of death—and I’d ask myself, was it rapture for the victims? Rapture had after all been painted that way in my head—a few would be taken, and those undeserving would be left behind. Why was I always left behind?

​The obsidian dish of the Ninth Peak felt like an altar for a god that had finally died. I gripped the data-slate, the glass cold enough to burn my fingertips. The coordinates weren't pointing toward the stars; they were pointing at the Great Rift, the massive scar in the valley floor where the original obsidian excavations had begun centuries ago. ​"The Rift?" Killian asked, leaning over my shoulder. "There’s nothing there but stagnant water and the remains of the old scaffolding. We haven't sent a patrol down there in a decade."

David gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm while Kevin bitted the handle harder. The man began to laugh, but his celebration got cut off by the second miracle they had experienced in less than a day. A strong suction force came from behind the man as a dark sphere appeared in the air. [WARNING!] [YOU'RE IN THE RANGE OF A SPATIAL RIFT!] [Entering the rift will teleport you to a random place in the universe while ignoring level restrictions!] "SHIT!" screamed the man as he stabbed the ground with his weapon and tried to remain in place, but his body started to lose footing until just his right hand was holding the scythe and the rest of his body was in the air.

I saw his same stature still there; staring at my vehicle as we slowly disappeared from his sight. When we were now miles away from him, I finally heaved a sigh as I massaged my temples out of frustration. I’ll probably just get hurt because of him. When I finally arrived at my friend’s condo, we promptly talked about our friend Rozz’s come back. Like the old times, I would warn and advise her about him but just like what I expected, she couldn’t understand it or more like she doesn’t want to understand it. I don’t know, sometimes I wonder how innocent she is.