Goodbye Volcano High Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“My mother entrusted me to you on her deathbed. And what did you do to me? “If you had a daughter, would you want her to forgive a man who treated her the way you treated me?” “So, no! I won’t forgive you. I don’t want to ever see you again.” He looked at me deeply, as if recalling that day when my mother placed my hand into his, when he had vowed he would take care of me. He lowered his head and fell silent for a long time. As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears.

I had fought cancer for eight years. I had waited for Liam for eight years. My greatest wish had only been to see him one more time. Now I had. That was enough. Goodbye, Liam. I love you.

Suddenly Tobias took my hand and began to speak in Greek. I watched in shock as the little boy turned to look behind him, then up at the sky. It began to rain, covering his shaggy hair and I went to touch it but Tobias slapped my hand. The way it was moving it was like I could reach through space and time to touch it. Not rain. Ash. “Where is the nearest volcano,” I said, barely in a whisper. He made a face, and I didn’t understand it. “Honey in case you didn’t realize the obvious, this entire island is a volcano,” he said, his face set and serious.

This is a paradise with my loved one, I can't wish for more! ..The END... IF you want an book 2 just comment and vote gems to continue. ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Zayn said his voice was like music to my ears. we all went inside the lake. water was a bit cold but i didn't care. we swam and played around a bit more. "okay so the water is not up to my liking i wish it was a bit warm!" Tris said. i thought for a while and went inside the water. when i was sure Tris and Zayn wasn't looking i felt the nearest the volcano's lava. my mood was good it wasn't a problem using my power of natural disasters.

My stomach dropped as we flew towards a towering volcano in the distance, its crater glowing red like a demonic eye. What fate awaited me in this ominous place? Would I ever see Lena and Freya again? Fear and regret churned inside me as the smoking mount bore me towards the unknown. The thin air rushed past, drowning out my shouts. There was no escape from this dragon's clutches. I could only pray I would somehow survive this newest threat and live to rescue my love and sister. But as the volcanic maw yawned wider, hellish flames lighting the beast's underbelly, my hope guttered like a candle in the wind. What if this was my end?

Alessia's POV I frown every time I remember that Sushi made me suffer and was ignored. I didn't think he knew how to sulk. I didn't remember him because of so many things that happened. I remember my life before. So I let you have Sushi first. If he doesn't sulk anymore, I know that will come to me too. I looked up and saw the seemingly endless volcano of Eleftheria. The winged baboons are gone, and we are now on a steep road. It has no trail and is not part of the road. But no one passes here if I think about it.

It rang for a mere second before the call was dropped. I told myself Lucas was probably just waiting for me at the exit, all worried. However, when I went to text him, I saw that he had posted on his social media a few minutes before. There he was in a selfie with Yvonne Emerson, his childhood best friend. They were cheek to cheek, shoulders touching, grinning on some mountaintop. The caption hit me hard. [Hope we're still living it up like this at 60.] The fear I had felt for him while I was plummeting from the sky, the thought that he would be devastated if I died, all seemed like a cruel joke then. He was busy making wishes to keep the good times rolling with someone else, not me.

The fire and pride of her youth were long gone. She lit a candle for me. Smoke curled upward as her voice rasped, "Ten years. Are you doing alright over there? In the next life, I'll find you earlier. I'll take care of you. I won't let go again... Just wait for me, okay?" The fire on the candle went off without warning. Claire froze. She stared at the candle, her eyes reddening slowly. Then she covered her face, her shoulders shaking violently. I stood behind her. My spirit was growing lighter, fainter, dissolving like morning mist.

He whispered to the wind, “Liliana, I’m sorry.” “This life is yours. If there’s a next life… please, grant me one more chance.” Then he stepped off the edge, and fell into the silence of death. The past was dead. The future was waiting. My future, Aurora’s future, belonged to Caleb and to Lily.