Woman On The Edge Of Time นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Could he be my mate? ************************* In a dark room more like a dungeon, a woman is on a chair facing the window. At first thought, one might think she's a stature but when one focus on her breathing then you'll know that she's a human. She seems to be lost in her own world not speaking to anyone, some times, she occasionally asks for the time that's all.

Although, there were some who could, but she didn't even know if any of them still existed. As she continued to gaze at the void of the space time, she heard a gasp of wind come from behind her. Something inside her said to turn around and see who it was, another part of her said to continue to look out at space and leave whomever it was be. But she couldn't not look; gazing behind her she saw a young woman brown haired and dressed in what appeared to be a leather hooded jacket. After quick close inspection, she noticed a small crystal-like device in the woman's right hand, she was grasping it tightly. She walked closer to the hooded woman as she lifted up her hand telling her to stay away.

They stood in a circle around her, their eyes glowing silver. One stepped forward—a woman with long, flowing hair as white as moonlight. Her features were sharp yet hauntingly familiar. Eve’s breath hitched. “Who… are you?” she whispered. The woman smiled, but it was laced with sadness. “I am what remains of the past… and a glimpse of what lies ahead.” The whispers grew louder, and suddenly, the world around Eve shifted. The chamber melted away, and she found herself standing in a different time, a different place.

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.

“Why?” "Because you've triggered an irreversible event." Faint, swirling patterns of light started to appear in the sky, as the woman indicated. “The balance you’ve disturbed must now be restored.” Kaden stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “If you’re trying to threaten her…” “I threaten nothing,” the woman interrupted. “But time is slipping away. And the truth must be revealed.” --- As the woman spoke, the ground beneath them trembled. Lena felt the weight of her decision pressing harder with every passing moment.

Zekiel yelled running up to me crushing me into a big hug. "Never do that to me again you scared me!" Lily said walking to stand next to Jonathan and Zekiel. "I'm okay guys I promise, i just need to drink some water" i said realizing how thirsty i was now, looking down at my watch i could see it had only been around five minutes ;wow time really was different in her dimension. "Lets get you something to drink" Zekiel said helping me back to the pack house.

This was so hard to do. However, standing here now, staring at those same pair of arms that held her close on cold nights, wrapped around another woman so tightly, it made this a little easier. With that, she pulled out the envelope and tossed it on the table. Derek’s eyes shifted to her, and then he suddenly noticed the suitcase behind her, “What’s this Leah? What are you doing?”

It was a literal cut in the world, a gap where the reality had been sliced away by an invisible blade. "Kael, look at the door!" Maya pointed back toward the charred entrance we had used to escape the kitchen. The door was still there, but it was being erased from the bottom up. Standing next to it was a figure we hadn't seen before. It wasn't the Critic or the Architect. It was a woman in a sharp, grey suit, holding a red fountain pen that dripped like an open wound. "The Editor," Maya whispered. The woman didn't look at us with malice. She looked at us with a cold, professional boredom.

People moved with the specific purposeful speed of those who had somewhere to be and intended to be there. She looked for blue. Found it. A woman standing at the edge of the pavement twenty meters south. Not looking at Valeria. Looking at the street with the practiced attention of someone who had learned a long time ago how to watch without appearing to watch. Medium height. Dark hair with grey threading through it. Fifty-something. The kind of face that had done a great deal of thinking and showed it ... not in lines exactly but in the quality of stillness. The stillness of someone who had spent fourteen years being very careful about everything.

I opened the file. The screen flickered. Static. Distorted images. A hallway. A timestamp. Two years old. My stomach tightened. The date. The week Maya disappeared. Elena slowly pushed herself upright against the pillows. “What is it?” Neither of us answered. The footage continued. A grainy executive corridor appeared. The image glitched. Then stabilized again. Someone entered the frame. A woman. Her hair was dark, her steps quick, and her head was lowered. Elena’s breath caught.