End Of The World Novels & Stories

Evelyn opened her mouth. Nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? You abandoned me to die three months from now? Instead, as she asked quietly, “What time is it?” He blinked at the question. “Uh… almost seven.” Seven in the morning. Three months before the apocalypse. Outside the apartment window, traffic moved normally through wet streets. Somewhere downstairs, someone laughed. A car horn sounded faintly in the distance. The world hadn’t ended yet. But it would. Evelyn wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

“The Old Ones are awake. They’re watching. We don’t know when they’ll make their first move, but we do know that when they do, it won’t just be against us.” Jameson scoffed. “Oh, fantastic. So the whole world is a battlefield now.” Soraya shot him a look. “It already was. We were just too blind to see it.” I exhaled slowly. “Then we prepare.” Jameson arched a brow. “For what?” I met his gaze. “For the end of the world.” Silence. My father sighed. “We don’t know that yet.” I leaned forward. “Yes. We do.”

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

In that perfect moment, surrounded by the love of our friends and family, I knew that my past was truly behind me. From today onwards , it's the beginning of a new chapter – a chapter filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. I looked into Salvatore's eyes, as he spoke, "I love you Emilia." "I love you too Salvatore." I replied and then we both kissed again. THE END

Three days after the light died, Florence smelled like rain again. The city’s power returned in uneven surges, bulbs buzzing to life in apartments that had been dark for weeks. Alessandro watched the streets from the balcony of what was left of their building, a chipped mug of coffee in his hands, its steam curling into the damp morning. The world had not ended. It had simply gone quiet. Emergency broadcasts crackled on the radio, reporting that global networks were back online under a temporary council. People called it The Wake, as if the planet itself was grieving a god.

Those who couldn't are probably hiding in their houses, hoping to be passed over by the Angel of death. "I always thought it'd be zombies," Edward casually comments. "Or a superbug." Humor on a car trip to the depths of eternal damnation and suffering? She welcomes it. Ariadne quirks a smile. "It's not the end of the world, Ed." "Feels like it," Edward replies. "The end of an era at least." Ariadne considers this for a moment before agreeing with the dip of her chin. "All things must come to an end."

Thunder claps resounded. Lightening flashes stretched themselves across the scorched sky, sending chills down the spine of many in Vermissa Valley. Adrenaline rushed in many veins, as fiery red waves of light in the darkened sky confirmed the one now prominent truth; the approaching end of human existence, which has been warned by the government, preached and prophesied by many religious organizations, and declared repeatedly by the news media was finally here.

A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself. This was the end. There was no coming back from the threshold I had just been dragged across. The world was ending, and I was bleeding out at its horrific epicenter. My eyelids grew heavy. The frantic flutter of my pulse against the encroaching darkness beat one final time in my throat... twice... then stilled entirely. The searing pain, the suffocating fear, the apocalyptic chaos—all of it receded into the distance, falling away into a vast nothingness.

Despite having distanced himself from the place he had grown up in, Damon had still heard the news about the strange events that had just unfolded and had not expected for anyone to reach out to him. That part of him was now behind him—or so he had kept telling himself the past fourteen years. "Something's wrong," Carol said, her voice grim, "there's a war coming to us and not just Atlanta but the whole world and we're running short on time and numbers." "What kind of war?" asked Damon. "The 'end of the world' kind." The bungalow's front door had then swung open and a little boy with dark curly hair had come running out. "Dad!" he called before Damon got up an