Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

The ground trembled beneath Lena’s feet as she stood at the edge of the clearing, staring at the swirling mass of energy that had torn through reality. The Rift was different now—larger, more unstable, it is violet and indigo tendrils writhing like living things. Mira stood nearby, arms folded, her expression grim. “It’s growing.” Dorian let out a sharp breath. “Yeah, I was hoping we’d all just ignore that part.” Cassian stepped closer to Lena, his presence grounding despite the chaos around them. “We need to move. If it’s opening again, that means something—or someone—is calling it.”

He grumbled and stepped away from the kitchen. "Take out the plates and place them on the table, baby." He ordered whole finishing his banana, I huffed and pulled out the plates. A fake smile is plastered on my face out of annoyance. - "The forest?!" "Exactly, the forest will be your last mission before the graduation day." Raphael said after he took a month to rest, he still couldn't walk properly because of the poison that spread on his whole body, we managed to take out all the poison thanks to my magic but it did paralyze his legs for a while meaning that he won't be able to walk comfortably without the wheelchair.

The water moved slow and gray beneath them, catching the last of the daylight in long, unbroken streaks. "Can I tell you something I haven't fully admitted to myself yet," Damian said, leaning against the railing, looking out at the water instead of at her. "Always." "Part of me is relieved my father's doing this. Selling the stake, causing trouble. I know that sounds strange. But some part of me has been waiting for the other shoe to drop since the day the review cleared us, waiting for him to prove that none of it actually changed anything, that he was always going to keep fighting me no matter what the record showed. Now that it's happening, I don't have to wait for it anymore. I just hav

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.

"Why? Do you know her?" Liya shook her head as she outstretched her hand to get a drink. "No, I just thought she was familiar." The girl shrugged it off as she continued to eat. Now that Liya mentioned it, she was reminded of their conversation in that motel. Is their plan going to work out? To be honest she is kind of scared shat this will be put into nothing again. What if her life will be put in risk again? But that is how it is, right? You have to risk everything if you want to achieve something. You can't just sit still and wait for the problem to solve itself. You have to think of a solution yourself.

"Wait." The rift pulses. Something moves inside it—a flicker of silver, a panicked fluttering. Then a creature tumbles out, no bigger than my hand, all iridescent wings and too-many eyes. It hits the ground with a pitiful thump , its wings tangled in threads of unstable magic. A rift-sparrow. Harmless. Or it should be. But this one’s sparking with wild energy, its feathers fraying at the edges into tiny, chaotic threads. It’s unraveling.

Kit asked, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up. “A very mouthy, loud beta informed Moon that if you did not return to her, she will make whoever was watching your back pay. Who is she?” Shyfter just laughed harder as the Royals cracked up along with him. “That would be Rixa, Kit’s mate. She’s the only one I can see saying that.” Tristan asid, trying to calm his laughter. “Believe me, our loved ones and betas are all there. The Council divided their numbers by sending a few of them here, so that means the Rogues are Chad’s only back up. Rix and the others can handle them.” Kit smiled.

I heard a question. Who will choose wrong first? And as I looked at Kael, at his dark, commanding eyes, I realized—one wrong thought, one misstep, and the Rift wouldn’t just swallow fragments. It could swallow me. I swallowed. The weight of the future pressed against my chest, a reminder that the Rift didn’t just test your body. It tested your mind. Your heart. Your will.

I liked to pick up unusual little stones when I walked, and he'd collect the most beautiful gems for me. But now, he gave all his attention to Seraphina. Looking at those gems, now worthless to me, I tossed them out. Then, I got ready to go before the elders and formally state my intention to leave. As I passed the pack square, a few young werewolves were gathered around the "Echo Stone"—the Blackrock pack's version of social media, a special stone that could record and play images. "Look, Seraphina posted a new image!" a girl shouted excitedly.

In the war room, Ember stared at a map as a pulsing red line cracked across it—cutting through the southern border like a bleeding wound. “The first rift,” she said. Keenan looked up, pale. “It’s opened?” “Yes. And it’s not waiting.”