Unstable Rift Novels & Stories

The mark on her chest pulsed faintly through the fabric of her tunic, in time with the distant hum of the Heart. “She’s stabilizing,” I said. “For now.” He didn’t respond. His focus was fixed on the horizon, where the forest met the mountains. I followed his gaze and felt the bottom drop out of my stomach. The Rift wasn’t gone. It hung there with a tear in the air itself, faint but visible, pulsing with dark light. For every Riftborn she’d burned away, two more shadows lingered, crawling at the edges like maggots around a wound. “She sealed the Heart,” I said, “but not the Rift.”

“If Mia wants him to.” The group stood there for several moments, the wind whistling through the canyons. Then Taro looked toward the darkening horizon. “We’re not safe here. That rift’s still alive, and if it flares again—” “Then we hold this ground,” Sybil said sharply. “Until they return.” No one argued. They began to construct a temporary perimeter using crystal stakes forged from the resonance itself—Sybil’s new creation. Each one pulsed with a faint pink glow that formed a barrier around the rift, stabilizing the air.

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"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.

sad? "What is it, Hayes? Zane and Raul not putting up with me is the usual. We both know that. So, who's the mystery bailer?" I chuckled, knowing Raul was probably getting stitches and Zane was most likely ready to rip my head off after only hearing Raul's side of the story, as usual.

Candi stated with repulse adjusting herself on Tyler’s laps. “Ty already got some with the tomboy, trouble in paradise already?” Shane said wiggling his eyebrow “i bet she couldn't get enough and she just have to crawl begging back,” one of the boys commented, the whole table erupted into laughter and what was left of the courage I built up shattered immediately. Clover, one of the players-who is also a jerk-sitting at the edge of the table, then stretched his legs forward when a boy was passing with his lunch tray and the content landed on my body as the boy tripped.

“No, it’s a rift opened by magic.” She looked at Orin as he offered the explanation. “How is that different from a portal?” “It’s smaller, far less stable, and can only be used in the same realm.” Marek gave his succinct explanation seconds before Eli cursed. North didn’t have to ask why he was cursing. A multitude of figures in that black magical camouflage suddenly poured through the rift. It was obvious they were of the same group, though unlikely to be the same masked individuals who’d last attacked them in Detroit. Most of those were probably still recovering, if they had survived at all.

He struggled—but his limbs refused him. "Filip Dimitri Alko," Riftan said lowly. "The rogue of the Fourth Creek in the South. You’ve seized four packs. Killed two Alphas. I came from the North to find you." "T-That’s... interesting..." Filip choked out. "Isn’t it?" Riftan smiled. "Zen Riftan. Seized thirteen packs. Killed all thirteen Alphas. You’ll be the fourteenth." Fourteen? My breath caught. I’d fought two. And they nearly killed me. Thirteen? He was something else. No—he was beyond anything I’d ever known.

I see the yearning in their eyes, the desperate desire to return to a simpler existence where reality itself wasn't in constant flux. "We could go back," Marcus suggests, his voice heavy with temptation. "Find a way to restore—" "No," Luna's voice cuts through the murmur, carrying the weight of cosmic certainty. "Those fragments are unstable. Attempting to restore them would trigger a cascade failure across all realities." But I see something else in the rift, something that chills me to my core. The fragments aren't just preserved—they're dying. Without connection to the greater whole of existence, they're slowly fading, like photographs left in the sun.