Death Parade End Novels & Stories

And she had lost him anyway. Zane knelt next to her and put his hand on her back. He didn’t say anything. Because there wasn’t much to say. After all of it, after all the wars, the betrayals, the blood shed — This was how it ended. Not with a final gunshot. Not with a final stand of terrible drama. But with a man bleeding to death in an empty cathedral, his sins being washed away with the last breath he drew.

Winter The courtyard didn’t feel real anymore. The fight was over. Malashcar was dead. Isla was dead. The hybrids were gone. But the silence that followed was worse than the battle itself. For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. The air felt thick, heavy, like the world itself didn’t know what to do now that the war had ended. Then the noise started. Shouting. Crying. Running footsteps behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know what it was.

It was like they had all walked into a tsunami, and their painful shrieks filled the whole atmosphere. After what seems like forever, everything becomes calm, friendly, silent, and still. I blink several times, my eyes examining the damage I have done. I was breathing heavily, blood was covering my body, and my brain was trying to process what had just happened. Some minutes ago, there were thousands of creatures here in front of us. But now, everything has returned to normal. All around me, the dead body of the wendigo, Nazgul, and the burning bones of the skeleton fill the ground.

Her once glorious, lively smile was reduced to a grim, blackened skull. No lifesigns, thankfully. Eva hoped that the end was quick for her, that it happened too fast for her to feel anything. Around all of them were the once-hostile enemy drones. They had come to a rapid halt and stood as silent as statues. Their brains had been scrambled, and all their orders were wiped clean at the very last moment. And with both of the sibling terrorists dead, and no-one to give them new orders, they were all but completely useless. The cadets had won the fight, but at too great a price.

He battled with his uncle until Bettg was within his grasp, breathing heavily with less life. A horn rang out and everyone looked to the sky including Brynlee. "The war is over and all the infected have been eradicated. My work here is done, ah!" Willow screamed in pain as her staff broke into two. She lost balance and fell off the sky. "Mother!" Brynlee screamed.

On the way out, I might've accidentally shot Willa in the kneecap. Oops. Now they match. Real couple goals. In the end, every last one of those monsters got executed. Not a single one walked. Brentford Base neared completion under my watch. People rebuilt. Production came back. Three months in, the military cleared out the cities. Six months later, the vaccine hit everyone. By the one-year mark, the apocalypse was officially over. Humanity won. And the name Selene Sorrell— they'd never forget it.

Among the hundred experts of the Cheever imperial family, only a dozen were dead. To stabilize the situation, Andraste Cheever also gave the order. Not many from their side had died anyway. After Chad and Dalton had spoken, Lino likewise instructed Celio Windsor to have their dead experts thrown into the swamp. In time, other major powers followed suit. It did not take long before the woods that were originally littered with corpses and limbs to be cleaned up. Every corpse had been tossed into the swamp. “The rest of you, get over here.” Once everything had been taken care of, Dalton had calmed down while the experts who were standing on the opposite side of the swamp began to throw out plan

Third Person POV The rain fell heavily as the warriors lowered the coffin. Valeria stood, dressed in black, looking at the grave as Egan cried out loudly in her arms. The pack was mourning; his family was mourning, but Valeria couldn’t bring herself to cry. She could only watch as they covered up the grave. It’s been three days since the war, and today was the burial. When she woke up, Valeria commanded Collin to lead back the remaining army while she headed to the White Wolf Pack with the remaining army and the dead body of her mate. They had won the war, but at what expense?

Her frantic, unhinged screams gradually faded down into the stone depths, until the heavy iron security gates slammed shut with a distant, echoing clang that locked her in the dark forever. I stood in the center of the silent, pristine amphitheater, looking up at the Spanish clouds as the mountain wind washed the final remnants of the rot from our soil. The cross-continental war was finished. The enemies of Millie's life were dead, locked in the deep dark, or cast into eternity, and the ledger of the Silverpine bloodline was finally, perfectly balanced.

He himself was a little shaky. Gennady turned and walked to the now ruins of the castle, where he looked at the battlefield. There were so many dead, and some of them stirred in pain. Wolves of all colors, and sizes, with their sharp, long teeth and deadly claws now lay wasted. Some Vampires also laid to rest between them. The war was over, they had won, the bloodshed, the ferocity, no mercy was shown, as it should be if it was other way around.