Ending Zone Novels & Stories

My need to protect her from anything steps forward, allowing me to calm, and I face towards the crowd. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to the Ceremony of my Luna. For those of you that do no know, this is Raleigh Walsh. She has been a member of our country Erondale since birth. She is the descendant of Goddess Selene and the God Zephyrus.” I pause as the crowd erupts in cheers. I glance at Rae and her face is an adorable shade of red. I bend down and kiss her cheek before finishing my speech.

"We found Mr. Hale's personal belongings at Echo Chamber, but he's missing. There was a violent altercation there last night. The police have sealed off the area. There's blood everywhere. They say... someone died." "What?" Julia trembled violently. "Say that again?" "The police said the person who died was likely Mr. Hale."

The air around me was getting tensed and I could only feel myself heating up. I scroll down the pictures and come in contact with a video. My hands were shaking as I pressed play. This can't be true. It's him. It's Collins. I look up at him then at my glass. With one shot, I take in the full liquid and empty my glass. I drop it back on the table, angrily, not caring about the loud noise it made. I grab my purse and stomp out of the restaurant. "Jane." He called from behind.

As she rested her chin on her knees, Layla traced Aria with her eyes till she couldn’t see her anymore. She began to observe the day fade as the narrow coastal street quietened down for the night as people entered their weathered homes to join their families. Overgrown gardens softly glowed under the old streetlights, and the evening stillness gave her a sense of comfort. The world could finally breathe, and just for now, everything felt okay. Struck with a realisation, Layla sprung up and jumped onto her bed screaming into her pillow with excitement. She turned and faced the white ceiling.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

I sat at the thinking rock and tracked them through the deep sight. I felt their three bright, distinct lights moving north along the silver grid of the continent. A day. Two days. Three days. On the afternoon of the fourth day, they reached the edge of the void. I felt them stop. I held my breath. Zane’s hand found mine, his fingers locking between mine. We were hundreds of miles away, sitting in the absolute safety of the founding ground, but our hearts were beating at the exact perimeter of the northern grain corridor. "They are at the edge," I whispered.

Finally, this chapter closes with a gentle, powerful affirmation: The threshold of completion is not an ending—it is a poised arrival. It is the recognition that love, integrated, reflected upon, and held with awareness, is ready to move forward fully, gracefully, and with intention. The journey has reached its moment of clarity, and we are prepared to embrace it with open hearts, steady minds, and enduring commitment.

"It is not about the padding. The trial period ends on Thursday." I looked away. "We go to the bureau that day. We end the match."

She’s excited to see another picture of the baby, but then asks why I got another ultrasound done. My lack of response must have worried her, and her last text is a request to call me in the morning. I go to call her back and then remember there’s a time difference between Eastwood and Indy. And they’re an hour behind? No. Ahead. I think? I’m smart, yet figuring out time zones will forever confuse me.

Alex POV:: I can't tell where I start and where I end. Where Zane starts, inside me, around me, ontop of me, or where he ends. I don't know what time it is or even what time means. It feels like a lifetime, and yet like a blink of the eye. Long and delicious, never ending torturous in its intensity. And yet I mourn the end before we even arrive there. I couldn't stand the thought that this moment wasn't something that lasted forever.