Death Parade End Novels & Stories

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

Finlay had killed Alpha Williamsburg. Ophelia coughed up blood and managed to rise to her feet, from where she was kept by Jasper. Despite the pain, her heart swelled up so much in her chest because it was all over. The war had ended. With Alpha Williamsburg's men frozen and dying and the Alpha himself dead, with his body split. Finlay was panting heavily, with his chest rising and falling. He cast a grateful glance at the ice dragon because he had things easier with his arrival.

“I am not you.” The light surged. Ronan’s body disintegrated into ash under the Moon’s judgment. Just like that. The war ended with a breath. Silence spread through the forest like snowfall. Ezra collapsed. Jake caught her before she hit the ground. I shifted back with shaking hands and dropped to one knee from blood loss and exhaustion. The scent of death hung thick in the air. The surviving soldiers fled into the trees without orders. Their Alpha was gone. Their war was over.

All the deceased bodies of Union soldiers were gathered for proper burial in the future, a job done in five seconds by Terrance's incredible speed. Willie Lou walked ahead of her team towards the farm, leading the pack while stretching her arms. "Here in East Greenland, there's over half a million enslaved human beings. Let's put our foot on history's neck and liberate our people!" The Demon Corps rushed ahead where they detected multiple presences of vampires, discovering a plantation being used as vampire food. Slaves were being abducted in a hurry, seemingly to escape from The Demon Corps. The last vampires slacking behind were quickly killed by Terrance, leaving behind hundreds of their

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

Warren was so blinded by love that he didn't realize that Olivia had spent the last two years setting this up. The moment he saw Olivia nestling in Ethan's arms, he knew that his identity had been exposed since the beginning. It was time to end all of this. Although the Fordham family had won the fight, they sustained heavy casualties. Brandon and Deborah, together with Jacqueline, had hurt and killed countless people. Quinn became a sacrifice, never waking up again despite her young age.

They spoke of valor and sacrifice, of lives cut short in the pursuit of peace and justice. Isabella and Sophia clung to each other, finding strength in their sisterly bond. They wept not only for their father but for the countless lives extinguished in the throes of war. Their grief was a reflection of the collective pain felt by all those who had lost loved ones. As the last echoes of the final prayer faded into the air, a profound silence settled over the burial ground. The mourners stood in quiet contemplation, paying their final respects before slowly dispersing, their hearts heavy with the weight of loss.

In just that, he killed the powerful ancient of ancient wizard. E.J laid down to the ground as the Litcherous Spectre wore off. The war ended. The greatest catastrophe finally met its final end. The chaos is no more. But not from a far, a pair of mischievous eyes staring at the kid as a smile graces it lips devilishly as its tongues swipes its mouth hungrily. ******* Three days! Three days had pass, when the war ended. The news spreaded through out the connecting soil of Mavis so as to the different kingdoms. It even reaches the remaining unknown pillars of leadership. Fear consumed theirselves hearing the terrible catastrophe it did to Mavis Ancienterre.

The Collective was gone. Not weakened. Not scattered. Gone. Tessa laid the final report on the kitchen table that morning while I was still in my robe, both hands wrapped around a mug of ginger tea aunt Clara had forced on me. The steam rose and curled and disappeared into the air above it. “The last facility was confirmed destroyed,” Tessa said. “The remaining field operatives surrendered to Council custody yesterday. The ones who didn’t surrender are dead.” She sat down across from me. “It’s over. All of it. There’s nothing left.”

When the light had disappeared and we opened our eyes once again, all of Andre’s men had disappeared, leaving behind only the wolves from Clay’s pack and Malachi and Ezra. It was finally over. The war that we had fought for years had finally come to an end. And miraculously…we had all come out of it alive.