End Of The World Manga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Upon getting to her place and touching her, Nadazhda felt a zap of energy around her body before an unknown force threw her to the wall. “The future is gloomy. The deads are restless. The blood is dripping. And there she was screaming. The moon is bleeding. Her children were dying. The world is ending. And he was fading. Tomorrow is unknown. War is brewing. Revenge is burning. And there she was, smiling. People are slipping. Ties are broken. The deeds are done. And...” Nadazhda's eyes dropped close with the intensity of the pain in her head, her consciousness slipping in and out before settled on the dark world, not after hearing an angry growl.

Brie sat with wide eyes. No way. No way was this real. On the computer screen, flashed four big words. "THE WORLD IS ENDING." She scrolled through twitter, seeing tweets on how to stay alive. Apparently, it was a virus only caught if the body fluids of a carrier entered your body. Brie glanced at Adam, thinking about his wound. What about Melissa? "Okay... Focus." She patted the desk and continued to read. Hopefully, there'd be something helpful, something to keep them alive. She spotted a specific article a stranger had made a few hours ago.

Li’s: a laptop screen cracked open to reveal an entire universe inside. Caption: Because someone had to document the end of the world. Elowen’s: a dragon shedding its last scale to reveal a human heart beneath. Caption: Because I was tired of being the last. The empty chair’s card flipped last. A little girl in a white dress, holding a black balloon that bled galaxies. Caption, in a child’s scrawl: Because I just wanted to go home. Coyote exhaled smoke that formed the shape of the Veil (cracked, bleeding, still holding).

"It’s not a credit anymore. It’s a page. Write a new world, Xander. One where the bread is free... and the moon belongs to everyone." I leaned in, my lips meeting his one last time. I couldn't feel the heat of his skin anymore, but I could feel the resonance of his soul. It was a kiss that spanned the entire multi-volume narrative—from Volume 3 to the end of the world. As we broke apart, the silver smoke of the Antithesis surged one last time, swallowing the harbor, the city, and me. The New Ledger The world woke up to a morning that wasn't "Assigned."

We are home. THE END

His knuckles turned a bloodless white as he gripped the edge of the terminal desk. "No." "Dante..." "I said f**king no, Bianca! I didn't pull you out of that sinking ship and fight through a thousand clones just to watch you turn yourself into a goddamn battery for a ghost-machine!" "It's not a battery! It's an Anchor! If I don't do it, the world ends! Look at the screens!" On the monitor, a city in the Midwest was burning. The wolves were dragging people from cars. It was chaos. It was the end of everything.

The Disaster of the Otherworld could wait. The End

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

arc, skipping the "Death of the Fleet." ​It stopped at Chapter 400. ​"The ending," Nora whispered. ​But as they looked out the viewport, there was no "Final Battle." There was no "Great Synthesis." ​There was only a Single, Glowing White Page that stretched across the entire universe. And sitting in the middle of that white page, waiting for them, was a Cradle. ​Inside the cradle was a baby with silver hair and one amber eye, holding a tiny, wooden flute.

Zara stood on a mountain peak, looking toward a future that was finally her own to write. The Moon Goddess had moved the pieces. The old world was dying, and a new one was being born instead, a world where the Lycanthropes weren't just legends of the past, but the silent architects of the future. The debt was paid. The drama was settled. And for the first time in a thousand years, the species was truly, dangerously free. THE END