Black Ops 2 Canon Ending Novels & Stories

She let out a laugh, shaking her head. “You… did it,” she murmured, slumping against her desk. “I thought you were too sentimental.” Fiona stepped forward, wrenching the gun from Morrigan’s grip. “It’s over.” Morrigan’s eyes flickered to Darwin, then Thalassa. “Is it?” The room was silent as the weight of her words settled. Outside, the city lights twinkled as if unaware of the war that had just ended. Darwin turned to Marcus, who had been feeding them intel through their earpieces. “Call it in.”

The once invincible monster now lay lifeless, his reign of terror finally extinguished. I let go of the gun, trembling hands betraying the mix of emotions within me. The weight of my actions settled heavily, but deep down, I knew it was the right thing to do. I had sought justice, protected the innocent, and put an end to Oliver's tyranny once and for all. Kneeling beside Steve's lifeless form, tears staining my cheeks, I whispered, “It's all over, Steve. Everything has come to an end.” My tears mingled with the blood on Steve's face as Maggie reached us, her expression full of concern at the sight before her.

Nico’s gun stayed raised, but his eyes showed the depth of his pain. Kane stood beside me, bleeding but proud. The final choice hung in the air. Would they accept the new order? Or would they choose death trying to take back what they had already lost? The silence stretched, heavy with blood and broken hearts. Then Matteo lowered his gun. But his eyes promised this was far from over.

Daniel finished another with a clean headshot. “Two left.” At that moment, distant gunshots echoed from the side corridor. Emma looked at the camera feed. “Sophia found the flanking soldier.” On the screen, the Covenant operative collapsed. Sophia stood over him calmly. Back in the main hallway, the final two soldiers made a desperate push. They rushed forward at full speed. Lewis stepped into their path. Three shots rang out. The hallway became quiet. The last soldier fell. For a moment, nobody moved. Then Daniel lowered his rifle.

“Classic.” Further down the aisle, another section glowed faintly. WILLA ROANE – PROPOSED ENDINGS. A chill crawled down my back. I pulled one of those books. Opened it. The first page was the Standard Ending door I’d already seen: me in the car, crash, nothing. Another volume: Tragic Author Ending—me fused into the Core, eyes dull. A third: Hero Dies, System Survives—me throwing myself into some code‑storm while Corvin was dragged back into bound service, Selene re‑crowned, Jax promoted to handler.

Veins popped out of Cannon's face, he was so sought of them and wanted to end their miserable lives now, but then, he thought it wise to make them suffer. The sudden guns shut towards him got him distracted, and as fast as lightning, he carries himself around, ripping off their hearts. He was so fast that it got the men in black confused about where to shut, they could only see their partners falling alongside their hearts with blood oozing out of their chests. While their minions were fighting, Wendigo and Black gun seized that opportunity and ran away. Cannon's men knew better than fight, they all knew the rules. When their Don is on it, the least they can do is stand and watch.

Her small frame hasn’t stopped crying, her body cowering in the corner. “Jesus christ!” Cain shouts, his boots slamming to the ground. “Someone shut that bitch up! Dugray, get her out of here so I can finish this conversation in peace.” Moving from the windowsill, the Alpha stomps over, grabbing the Omega underneath her arm and lifting her up. Looking at me, his eyes flash empathetically for a slight millisecond as he passes me, dragging her along beside him. Once the door has clicked shut behind him, Cain stands, straightening his clothes, “Sorry, it had to come to this mate, but all good business relationships end.” Raising the handgun, he pulls the trigger, the sound deafening.

Michael didn’t hesitate. One shot. Straight to the heart. Damien staggered. Fell. And didn’t get up. --- The police stormed in minutes later. They found the bodies. Found the footage. Found Damien—bleeding out on the floor. I clutched my wound, breathing heavily. It was done. Finally, truly, *done.* Carter sank to the ground, exhausted. “We won.” Michael holstered his gun. “Yeah. We did.” I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of years lift from my shoulders.

A single step forward, his gun pressing against Matteo’s temple. Matteo freezes. For the first time, real fear flickers in his eyes. Levi doesn’t hesitate. His voice is cold. Final. “This war ends tonight.” Then, He pulls the trigger. Silence. Matteo’s body crumples. Smoke drifts around us, curling through the wreckage like ghosts. I exhale, my knees nearly buckling. Levi catches me before I fall, his grip solid, grounding. His eyes sweep over me, checking for injuries, for anything he might’ve missed.

Their voices, though hushed, felt loud to me, and I couldn't help but feel one of them was familiar. “Rogues are planning to attack us. That’s what the spy confessed, Alpha,” My eyes widened. No wonder I felt familiar with the taller hooded one. Turns out he was Cassian Thorn, the bastard who shattered me two years ago. “I see,” the Alpha said, “What’s the scale and when do they plan on attacking?” The other guy whom I’m guessing to be his Beta, Kael Blackwood, responded, “He crushed something in his mouth before we could extract any other information,”