Aftermath Novels & Stories

‘the woman was in hysteria. Joel walked on further, his steps and heart heavy. Would be find casualties like this everywhere? Had some of the people he left behind died? The last time he got a letter from his parents had been months ago. He had assumed that it was a mixup in the mail delivery, but now… Cries came from every corner and Joel’s heart broke for the people he passed by. How could they get better if there was no one available to take care of the injured or alleviate the pain of the ones who lost a loved one?

Katherine broke the hug, wiped her tears and smiled with determination and said 'We have to win, not just for a better future for us but also for the horrible past of those who have suffered on the hands of Earthlings. Alex just smiled and they hugged once again seeking peace in each other's embrace and conveying each other's pain in silence. After that Kaylee left for her room and Alex was again deep in his thoughts he just couldn't forget the smell and the moment of someone watching him in the library kept replaying in his mind

I stay perfectly still until her breathing evens out once more. Only then do I let myself exhale. This is the part no one prepares you for. The after. The quiet room. The realization that survival isn’t the same as recovery. That the woman I love came back to me, but she didn’t come back unchanged. I stare at the wall across from the bed and feel the weight of the future settle onto my shoulders like something solid and inescapable. She’s traumatized. There’s no clean way to soften that truth.

Sophia whispered to the silent rafters. And in the quiet of the dreamspace, Lumen watched the city sleep, understanding that the most perfect thing about the "After" was its willingness to be beautifully, stubbornly broken.

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

All the good things that he could do in the first half of his life were done in the past few days. In the past, Aden was a person who would risk his life for his friends. Later on, Alice's death dealt him a huge blow, as well as his blow to his relationship with RK. He began to hate everyone and the world. To be honest, he didn't hate RK that much in his heart. He just couldn't find a good way to suppress his emotions. He remained silent and continued to arm himself with grief and hatred. Later, he realized that he wasn't happy. He longed to return to his original innocent age. Later, when RK went to the cemetery to look for him, he knew that RK had never distanced himself from him. He cheri

Doctor Arman leaves after he finishes. I start to get dressed and head for the receptionist’s desk to sign my discharge papers. I mindlink Gabriel and tell him to give Adeline anything she asks for while she takes this task on alone. ‘Sure thing, but you know Maya will be helping her. No matter what we say.’ He chuckles through the mindlink. ‘They are becoming friends fast. I am glad they are clicking because it would suck if our mates did not get along.’ ‘You’re not alone brother. Take your mate home and heal.’ He closes the mindlink.

I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone. The Bloom screams, timelines fracturing. ***YOU WIN***, it weeps. ***BUT YOU'LL DIE WITH ME.*** The mausoleum collapses. --- **The Aftermath** We wake in the field, the lattice gone. The sky is whole, the air sweet with mundane rain. Ravel's crossbow is ash. Lira is gone. The survivors are silent, hollow. But Talin kneels where the lattice stood, cupping a sprout in his palms-ordinary, fragile.

The morning after the memorial, the world felt sharper, edged with grief yet strangely buoyant with the fragile possibility that follows endings. The sky was pale, the valley scarred but alive, its wounds softened by the hum of preparation. The war was over, but the future—uncertain, unshaped—waited for its first step.

"Sherry, I'm really glad you're moving forward. Life always keeps going. We need to learn to let go." I stood outside the infirmary for a long time afterward. It was just around the time the nearby Werewolf Academy let out. The street came alive. The sounds drifted into my ears, close enough to hear but distant enough to feel like another world. My phone buzzed, and a photo came through from an unknown number. It was the same one I had shredded, but it had not been awkwardly taped back together.