Avengers Endgame Novels & Stories

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

IT'S JUST STARING! The End...........

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

He must've thought that a few empty promises and my love for him were enough to keep me waiting, keep enduring every humiliation, and keep hoping he would one day give Niccolo and me a proper title. He had never imagined I would walk away, let alone cut ties with him in front of everyone. Just then, the first firework exploded in the sky, gold and red light spreading across the night sky. It was his gift to Camilla. I didn't spare him another glance. I took Niccolo's hand and walked away.

a new voice said, "everyone dies. Not just the 'Management.' But every 'Asset' on the surface. The 'Life-Support' for the entire planet is tied to your father’s heartbeat." I turned. Vivian Vance was standing on the balcony above us. She wasn't wearing a business suit anymore. She was wearing a gown made of "Liquid Source," shimmering with a thousand different realities. "Welcome to the **End-Game**, daughter," she said, her voice full of a terrifying, divine pride. "You've brought the 'Source-Key' to the 'Lock.' Now, all you have to do is 'Sign' the final 'Settlement'." She held out a glowing, violet stylus.

Sharp pain shot through her wrist where it was tightly gripped. Yvonne looked up at the man in front of her, who then resembled a cornered beast. She suddenly smiled brightly. “Is this all the karma I get? Hannah is dead, but look at me, I’m still standing here.” The words struck like a match to kindling. His gaze darkened with fury. Without warning, his hand closed around her neck. Yvonne felt the air vanish from her lungs. Her face drained of color as her body instinctively fought for breath. Tears spilled involuntarily from the corners of her eyes.

I focused on ordinary like a lifeline. Barry’s breath came ragged; the mask had slipped, revealing the animal under the man. He lunged at Jonah again, and this time Jonah moved to the side, not to avoid but to reposition. He grabbed Barry in a clinch and—mercifully—pushed him hard toward the door, momentum and human physics doing work Barry’s pride couldn’t. “You leave,” Jonah said, voice like an ultimatum. “Now. You cross that threshold and you don’t come back.”

Forever. The End.

A sharp pain stabbed through my abdomen, and I began frantically thrashing my body. “No… No! Don’t touch my baby! Elijah, I’ll donate my bone marrow! I’ll sign the consent form! I’ll even agree to the divorce! This is your child, too! Elijah, I beg both of you, just let me go! I will never show my face in front of you again!”

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.