Blasphemous Endings Novels & Stories

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

KEY AUTHOR – CYCLE 271. BOUND ESCORT – RETIREMENT. CHAMPION – PERPETUAL. And then there were the generic ones: STANDARD ENDING. ALTERNATE ENDING. TRAGIC ENDING. ERASURE. It looked like the game had drafted blueprints for every way we might end. “This is like walking through the world’s worst spoiler section,” Jax muttered. “Ten out of ten, do not recommend.” “Stay within sightlines,” Corvin said. His voice still came out a little rough from where the Admin had squeezed it. “We don’t know what happens if someone gets lost in their own door.”

It wasn’t the arm of a man; it was the metal arm of a machine. … “Leris, give me a body count.” “6 killed in the blast, Centurion sir.” “Names?” “Hrundig, Thadeus, Paul, Matthew, James and Tiberius.” After hearing the names, Trosdig suddenly shouts and stabs his sword repeatedly on the corpse of a barbarian. He suddenly calms down goes kneels down on one knee and begins muttering prayers. I don’t understand the prayers but I hear the words “strength” and “perseverance.” “All-Father Odin, give me the strength to persevere in leading my men” Leris whispers, as he walks past me. I hear Trosdig repeating the same words again and again until he begins to sob. We all look away; no one can comfort

He realized the scale of their mistake—the web of betrayal, the enemies within and without. Alina’s stomach dropped. “So everything we’ve been fighting for… all of it… it might be gone.” Dorian stepped closer, the fire behind him painting his face in shadows. “You can’t stop me, Nathan. You can’t even stop her.” Nathan’s hands clenched. “Watch me.” 6. Cliffhanger Ending Suddenly, the entire floor shook violently. Fire above them exploded, sending debris raining down. Alina shielded her head, clutching the USB fragments.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

The null-stability I wore like armour is frayed cloth now, torn by the grove’s death, by the ritual’s backlash, by the sheer, screaming weight of the chaos I contain. Alpha paces, a caged predator sensing freedom, his spectral fur bristling with anticipation. Hierarch whispers calculations, cold, precise, mapping the fractures. The Kin remnants wail, a chorus of impending release. The cage is breaking. And when it does… everything spills out. The Devourer gets its feast. Arthur gets… whatever monstrous godhood he’s craved. The world ends.

William strode over. He was tall and covered the distance quickly. He glanced at the priest, then at the urn containing my ashes, and frowned. "What the hell are you doing?" Jennifer panicked for a moment but quickly regained her composure. "Oh, a friend of mine passed away." She shot me a sidelong glance before continuing, "She was just like Whitney when she was alive, shameless and immoral. She cheated on her boyfriend with seven or eight different men and ended up dying miserably from some filthy disease.