Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

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."

Proof that he had stepped into the moon’s realm and walked out breathing. Barely. He squeezed once, sharp enough to mean stop thinking with your teeth, Alpha. “Not yet,” he rasped. “Your wolf is too close to the surface. If you step into the Veil like this, it’ll peel you alive.” “I don’t care,” I growled. Gael turned his head just enough to meet my eyes—unnervingly calm, unnervingly empty. “I know. That’s the problem.” Behind him, Ash emerged from the treeline, breath uneven, sweat slick on his forehead. “The rift is destabilizing. We need to move.”

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.

They again froze, trampled, not crossing the line marked with dried grass. Mirovir chuckled darkly and shook his head. The endless stream of new bones from the rift left no chance of being the first to stay in place. Those who are behind do not feel the action of the line laid out by people, they do not care that their brethren are burned and do not let the field protective from the undead. They just push them forward, because there is no free space left on the edge of the rift.

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.

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 name of the foundation was . Ruined or patched.

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.”