We Were Running Out Of Time Novels & Stories

She hadn't considered that they would be the ones to carry out the execution. They had spent too long talking when they should have been running. The window of time had closed quietly around them, and neither of them had noticed until now - when it was already too late.

"When do we go?" "Tonight," he said. "Pack light." As I walked back to my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were running out of time. The web of lies and deception was closing in, and I didn’t know if we’d make it out unscathed. But one thing was certain: I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I shook my head quickly. “If I knew, I’d tell you. But I don’t. All I know is it’s bad. Bad enough that it keeps me awake at night.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You realize that’s not exactly comforting?” I smirked faintly, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “It’s not meant to be comforting. It’s meant to make you understand that time is running out for all of us. And if we don’t move fast—if we don’t get ahead of whatever this is—it won’t matter how many men we have or how sharp our blades are.” His jaw tightened, and he finally nodded.

Damien said. We stared at each other, the walls of our reality shifting once again. We were running out of time. And the enemy was already inside.

Because they had been so focused on ending the Rift— They hadn’t stopped to wonder what might come after. Now, they knew. And they were running out of time.

Because I didn’t want to confirm his worst fear— That the countdown wasn’t waiting for us to be ready. It had already begun. And we were running out of time.

After roughly half an hour, they left the library, and we heard the voice of their leader telling them to gather around and leave, as there was no one in the cabin. I pressed myself to the wall all throughout their operation until they finally left. “Let’s go, Sam. We don’t have time to spare anymore.” We have wasted more than enough time, and the clock was ticking. Malthus was becoming stronger with each passing second.

There were too many unknowns. Kael cut in, more serious now. “Ethan.” I glanced at him. “We need to go,” he said. “Now.” I frowned. “We just got—” “We’re out of time,” he said. “Or close to it.” Sarafina nodded. “He’s right. If we don’t head back now—” “Someone’s going to notice,” Kael finished. I exhaled slowly. Frustration clawing at my chest because they were right again. I hated that they were right, but I couldn’t ignore it.

I didn’t have the answers, but one thing was clear: We were running out of time. The next day, we gathered again in the packhouse. The mood was somber, and everyone knew we had to make a decision soon. The clock was ticking, and we couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Dorian was there too, still watching us from the corner of the room. His face remained unreadable, but I could see the tension in his posture. He knew something—he had to. And I wasn’t sure if we could trust him. “We need to prepare,” Mike said, addressing the group. “Whatever happens, we need to be ready. We have to be united in this. If we’re going to make it through, we have to do it togeth

For the first time since the photo dropped, I believed him completely. Ruby came out, eyes red, and took my other hand. The three of us stood there , me in the middle, Daniel on one side, Ruby on the other , watching the monitors through the glass. Mom’s chest rose and fell with the machine. The numbers held. Barely. And in that moment, with Daniel’s arm around me and Ruby’s hand in mine, I realized something that hurt worse than any leak or whisper ever could. We were running out of time. And no amount of money, no amount of power, no amount of love was going to stop the clock.