At Journey's End Novels & Stories

“You never cry.” “I’ve been crying a lot lately,” I admit with a laugh. Archer tightens his hold on me. “Whatever you do, don’t bring up endangered species.” * “I’m having deja vu.” Archer pushes off the ground, sending the glider back. The heat of the day hasn’t worn off yet, despite it being after dark. The sounds of a country night surround us, and the dogs run and sniff around the yard. “We sat here and talked,” I say, resting my head on Archer’s shoulder. “That night I spilled the drinks on myself at Getaway and you took me home.”

Soon, the three of them could be seen in a flying boat, heading towards the far end of the ocean that no one knows where it ended. It was midnight. The air was freezing cold, the water was still, except for the disturbance from the flying boat. Above them was the Crescent moon spying on them to know what atrocities she would be witnessing again tonight… The gloomy atmosphere reminded one of the night Ciara died. Behind them, the lights from the resort became smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the distance. After a few more minutes, the group arrived at a station. Aiden had fallen asleep in his father’s arms, so Asher carried him and they entered the station.

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

Neither of them was in a hurry. THE END

The way he looked at me was as though I were something precious. He told me his name was Jack Lane, and he was a painter. He said, "Ms. Wright, the way you stand beneath the empress tree is more beautiful than any scenery I have ever seen." I looked into his clear eyes and smiled. My life was still moving forward with only light before me. The past that had once bound me had long since faded away. When I looked up, there was warm sunlight, so near I could touch it.

But she sure is curious about what makes him in such delighful look. When the system beep with red lights, she find herself holding his hands and try to wakes his up, “Hey, Rojan!” Rojan feel an intense aura behind them, even the system is getting bloody. It says: “Levels 10 Disastors is on its way for revenge! Levels 10 Disastors is on its way for revenge!” “How they know we're here?” She curse in her breathe as the system told her the exact amount of Disastor that pursue them.

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

I look past the fast warrior war-wagons and select the oldest, most low-profile iron car in the rows, starting the engine and tearing out into the night. My inner circle is hiding deep within a forgotten thicket at the edge of the territory. The moment my car screeches to a halt beneath the pines, I leap over the doors and run through the brush. I find Nyra kneeling in the dirt, her hands covered in bright red blood as she tries to bind a massive claw wound across Terry’s neck. "What beast did this to him?" I roar, dropping to my knees on the wet mud beside them. "Why did our plans fall into this bloody ruin?"

I was on my own. The End

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.