Novel & Cerita Death Comes As The End

So it has come to this, the end, the end of the game, the end of my life. They say that at the end of a game there has to be a winner and a loser. And that every story has to come to an end. Is this my end? Is my game up? Has my life come to an end? But then there is that cliché saying that with every end there is a new beginning. Whichever way you look at it, whether you live or eventually die things will always come to an end.

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

Epilogue In every story, I read there are two endings. It's either happy or sad. Half of my life was revolving around thinking how a fairy tales book, novel, short story or parable would end. But this time I was thinking about how would my story end. Is it true there is a happy ending? Is it true that everything has an ending? Or is dead the end of everyone? Because while thinking deeply my story started when I died. So if death is the ending of everyone, it seems very impossible. Yet in life, I know everyone has a role to play before they passed away and that thing God has shown me that many times in different ways.

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

"Elion?" "Yeah?" "I have a theory." "About what?" "About the end." "The end of the book?" "The end of us," Cale said. "The natural end." "That's morbid." "It is statistical." "Okay. What's your theory?" "I think," Cale said, keeping his eyes on the road, "that when we die... we do not restart. We do not rewind." "Okay. That's the standard theory." "I think we just... stop," Cale said. "Like the watch. If you don't wind it."

“I will fight, of course, until the very end.” “What happens if you…if you die?” “I can’t die.” If he was here, I would have knocked his head in. “You know what I mean.” He laughs at my indignation. “For us death is…death is petrification or losing our heads and joining our brides in slumber. It will be temporary. We have plans in place for when we don’t meet our proper death. I really have to go now.”

“I can remember very clearly.” “Can you remember any of them dying a good natural death?” Elder Obada asked. “Not at all,” Xavier frowned. “There you have it,” Elder Obada smiled at him. “Natural deaths elude the best of us. We die at wars, at feasts, when we want to take a shit. It’s all death, it’s all the same thing. That is the apocalypse. And let me ask you. If you eventually sort out the issues with the kingdom now, if you make peace with all other packs and successfully defeat your uncle Ghost and your Beta’s lover, Calisté, do you think that would be the end?”

I stop in front of him. Tilt my head slightly. "And I need you to understand exactly what's happening." He swallows. Hard. "Then explain it." Ah. Still bargaining. Still searching for control. I smile faintly. "You're going to die." His breath catches. "There's no negotiation. No escape. No last-minute miracle." I crouch slightly, bringing my gaze level with his. "This moment... right here... is the end of your story." "Why?" he asks quietly. That word.

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