Avengers Endgame Novels & Stories

The rest of the elders apologized to us once more, then filed out after them. All that remained on the second floor was a spread of bloodstains, the air congealed to the point of suffocation. Leon lifted a hand and patted my back gently, the violence gone from his eyes, leaving only tenderness and care. "I'll have the soldiers handle the aftermath and clear the room. If you want a few words alone with Eli, I'll give you both the space." With that, he led his guards down the stairs at an unhurried pace.

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

“They are more.” The End.

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

"That's a drink. You're actually getting worse at lying the more you talk." "Oz." "Oscar. Your fake dead cat's name was Oscar. Ultron wanted to kill the Avengers, big difference." How does she not know this? "I've never seen The Avengers." I slammed on the brakes and gave her a look of complete and utter horror, "Get out of the truck." Fallon grabbed the door handle and let out a little scream. "What's wr-wrong with you?"

They all lived happily ever after. What a great leader called Ava! Our heroine. THE END

“This is the end George” *****

] The mechanical voice rang in my ears. At the same second, the power grid died. The internet cut out. Lights in the distance blinked off one by one. It felt like someone hit pause on the world. Even the rustle of leaves sounded sharp. I eased up to the booth window and looked out. Inside my old apartment stood three figures—Alan, Bella, and Dylan. Of course they'd teamed up. A loudspeaker slid out the window. Alan's voice blasted across the complex. "Everyone, the apocalypse has started. I know you're looking for protection. I've got Caucasian Shepherds, a lion, and crocodiles. Any one of them can handle zombies. If you don't want to die, come join me. However..."

He couldn't struggle his way out of the jacket at all, so he could only roll around on the ground in agony. I watched as the tuxedo began constricting itself around the village chief. The bright red fabric slowly turned dark, courtesy of the oozing blood that stained it. The village chief's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets due to the pressure. Suddenly, his head hung limply. Blood kept trickling from the tuxedo, forming a puddle on the ground. Martin mustered his courage and approached the lifeless village chief. He stuck out a trembling finger under the chief's nose to feel his breath. A moment later, he snapped around instantly to stare at me in disbelief.