Novel & Cerita As Good As Dead Ending

For there was no one who was as good as them. THE END

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

Landon brows raised, at his acceptance,“But don’t you know all endings are not really the end, they are just the begininng of the story.” “What a load of bullshit,”The gun loaded, Aiden smiled as the bullet hit him, he spat blood groaning, A sharp kick, on his chest, pushed him off, his body in air,his eyes closed, even with death welcoming him, she appeared in his mind, her smile, like posion spreading through his body, his body hit the water below drowning him, invading his senses. “The beginning where the end will be of you, Landon.”

The kindness of this stranger nearly broke her. “I . . . I’m not worth it,” she said, and her face crumbled, and her skin crawled, and her hair was matted and she had just endured some of the worst hours of her life, listening to this mad man grunt and groan and howl as he ripped at her skin and bit at her breast. She was glad Aleta was dead. She was glad of it. Because if she had lived with these memories in her head . . . The hunter’s shine from earlier melted and turned into tears, which ran down her cheeks and dropped onto the freshly polished floor.

I recall the explosion caused by his sacrifice, the rather depressing short moment of peace we had after that fight, the nightmares, the sorrow and then the barrage. I’d hate to admit it but at this very moment, I felt that Parhad died for absolutely nothing. “He died for something Fred, don’t you ever guess otherwise.” I lied as I primed my carbine and fired on a barbarian covered in a cloak covered in skulls. …

It was like they had all walked into a tsunami, and their painful shrieks filled the whole atmosphere. After what seems like forever, everything becomes calm, friendly, silent, and still. I blink several times, my eyes examining the damage I have done. I was breathing heavily, blood was covering my body, and my brain was trying to process what had just happened. Some minutes ago, there were thousands of creatures here in front of us. But now, everything has returned to normal. All around me, the dead body of the wendigo, Nazgul, and the burning bones of the skeleton fill the ground.

Is this really how it ends? ***

Wynnie, however, snapped her head up. "How do you know the orphanage is going to be demolished?" she questioned, her eyes sharp as knives. In her previous life, the orphanage's fate was sealed only after Jeff had died, so how could Jeff be aware of its future? Realizing his slip-up, Jeff's face flushed with panic, scrambling for an explanation. However, Wynnie's doubt had taken root, and it was not going anywhere. If she could come back from the dead, maybe Jeff could have too. Maybe he was even hiding something big.

Demir must survive. THE END.

During that time, none of her calls to me went through, and every message she sent sank without a reply. After seven days with no contact, Ines grew increasingly anxious. She could no longer listen to Marcus's advice and went straight back home. But the house still looked the same as it had a week earlier. The thin layer of dust on the table and chairs showed that no one had lived there for days. Ines searched the house and found no trace of me, then rushed out to look. Halfway down the street, she ran into Mrs. Miller, the neighbor. Mrs. Miller asked with concern, "Ines, how is Arthur doing? Has he recovered? There was so much blood that day. It was terrifying."