Waiting Demons Rift Novels & Stories

The Forgotten King’s voice thundered again: “Choose, child! Or the Rift will choose for you.” The ground split open. Shadow wolves screamed, pouring upward in chaos. The Rift was collapsing. Serena’s body convulsed, black fire and golden light exploding out of her in waves. She threw her head back and howled, both wolves howling with her—one of light, one of shadow. And then— She reached out. But no one saw which wolf she touched. The Rift erupted. Outside, the battlefield froze as the eclipse cracked open like shattered glass. A claw burst through—a massive, blackened claw wreathed in violet fire. The ground shook as it gripped the earth.

My father looked even more confused and that was when the healer stepped in. "The gift often awakens in times of great emotional turmoil or need. Something Luna Ciara faced likely triggered it." Mother touched my cheek gently. "Is there more you haven't told us? About these visions?" The weight of Erin—her sacrifice, her love—pressed on my heart. But I couldn't speak of her. Not yet. Perhaps not ever in this lifetime. "The demons," I said instead. "They'll come from the south. Through the forest. They'll attack during the Solar zenith day. Under the bridge of Elduric."

Vesper smiled faintly. “Then let’s crown the monster they feared.” At the Rift The wind screamed like it knew names. Magic snapped through the air, thick and volatile. They stood at the edge—Elara, Vesper, Kael, and Dain—each cloaked in armor, betrayal, and unresolved tension. Before them, the sky opened like a wound, and through it poured shadow. A Revenant landed, towering and armored in obsidian. Its voice was like steel dragged across stone.

I watched with bated breath as the Rejected tore their way nearer and nearer to the Rift, By the time they massacred their way into the middle of the battle, horsemen laid dead and torn to pieces all over the battlefield. I knew the invader were no match for the Rejected. How do you fight against a horde of fearless, angry and tireless werewolves whose only aim was to kill? I sucked in a shocked breath as the Rejected began to jump into the Rifts in large numbers. “If he knows what is good for him, he would close those damned Rifts,” Dominic muttered beside me. I watched in trepidation but the Rifts remained opened. “Perhaps we should encourage him,” Kieran said and as if on cue, two helicop

Maybe I should use this opportunity to ask more about it. “What’s a dark ripper?” My brother seems to hesitate. “Well, since you’re going to be a hunter anyway, I might as well tell you.” He decides after a very long pause. “The Dark Ripper is someone that we call the vigilante who kills demons that are off our radar. He hunts them down like it's some random sport or workout.” “That…doesn’t seem so bad, right? I mean, if he is killing demons, then isn’t that good?” There’s no doubt in my mind that I am the person that he is describing as.

“How did he become possessed? Demons go after the weak.” “There was a rift in the Ley line,” Tabatha says and Ruby’s eyes dart to mine. I had warned her about it, told her I sensed something was off about the Ley line. If she did anything about it, I have no idea. “Callie and Evander went to repair it under my order. They were able to seal the rift but not before a demon tapped into the power and jumped into the first warm body it could find.” “So you were there?” Sister Ross asks me, and I nod. “Did you get a read on the demon? Or a name?”

She cried once more. Luther held Kristina in his chest and let her sob while caressing her back. He gritted his teeth as he remembered Alvin. "He is a demon," he said to himself. Ring! Ring! Luther received a call from the police authority. "Yes. Okay," he listened to what the other line is telling him. Alvin was captured and already dead. He counterattacked the authority when they were capturing him. He shot three policemen who were injured and sent to the hospital already while he received multiple gunshots when he exchanged shooting then.

Just when I thought we might all be consumed by the raw power, a blinding white light erupted. The light filled the cavern, momentarily blinding us. When the light subsided, I blinked, my vision blurry. The green glow from the rift was gone, replaced by a faint hum. Silence descended upon the cavern, broken only by the ragged gasps of breath from around me. We stood there for a moment, unsure of what had happened. Had it worked? Had we sealed the rift? Damien, his face a mask of disappointment, broke the silence. "Well," he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. "It seems you've won this round."

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"I did. The Lycan Confederate ran inconclusive tests so a sorcerer was employed to know what exactly we're up against. The cave of desolation was open and these demons killed some people and possessed their bodies. They're going to cause more havoc if they're not returned back." "How will that be possible?" Damien asked, looking bothered. "We'd know very soon." Damien nodded. "Well, I already made announcements and by evening, the palace should be filled with spectators."