Blasphemous Endings Novels & Stories

“You can purge it. End everything. Or lock it forever—take the burden. Your choice.” Emotional climax built slow—years of auctions, betrayals, viruses, deaths crashing together. Sofia’s flatline. Nadia’s smile as she died. Anya’s fevered eyes. Dante and Rocco—bleeding beside me through every hell. I pressed down—retinal scan flaring, heartbeat locking. “Final heir override. All remaining strains terminating. Global network permanent shutdown. Node self-destruct in sixty seconds.” Console flashed green—codes scrolling to zero. Servers overheated—fans screaming, lights strobing red.

with the scent of wet pine and old blood. "System Error: Narrative Inconsistency," the thousand-voice chorus shrieked, the harmonious chord turning into a cacophony of digital screams. "The Variables are 'Spoiling' the Sequel! The 'Tragedy' is being overwritten by 'Domestic Bliss'! Engagement scores are dropping!" "Let them drop!" Lyra roared, her obsidian blade driving into the floor of the library. "We are not 'Engagement'! We are the North!"

I could see stars as the objects in front of me were turning around. “All bets are off slut. I’ll make sure you’ll pay the price triple. Let it be my words over yours. Let it be then known that you shall bow to no one except me! Be afraid of me! For I, Damon Karsyn is about to wreck your ass and your life forever and beyond,” said Dr Karsyn.

All of the voices grew louder until they were howling inside her head. She looked into the bright blue eyes that pleaded with her. Inky blackness spread from the center consuming all color and light until they were pools of darkness covering his entire eye socket. He lurched forward grabbing the barrel of the gun and forcing it against his forehead. Zira yelped and squeezed. BANG! Zira sat up screaming and flailing. Hands wrestled with hers making her flail more. A firm grasp locked on and forced her down.

Always us. THE END

“Then the suffering they were meant to remember becomes free.” The hum spikes sharply. Somewhere behind us, a shout rings out, another voice raised in alarm, another ripple of fear spreading through the castle. Kael swears under his breath. I close my eyes, pressing a hand to my chest, feeling the heartbloom burn like a living brand. Nyxara was right about one thing. Endings don’t erase consequences. They scatter them. I open my eyes. My hands stop shaking. “If this ends,” I say quietly, the words settling into me with terrifying clarity, “it ends by my hands.”

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

Just purpose. **The End.**

At last, everything is over. The End