Grapes Of Wrath Ending Novels & Stories

The whole of Los Angeles was shocked that day. It's normal for Alpha Zander to know that the land ended up in my hands. "Thank you." I took a sip of the red wine in my hand and was taken aback. It wasn't wine. It was grape juice. I looked at Alpha Zander and found him looking back at me. As I raised my gaze, it fell directly into his warm, deep eyes. This is lethal. At that moment, there was a commotion not far away. I quickly shifted my gaze and saw Alpha Marsh and Warwick.

Nicole’s forehead pounded against the floor with heavy, rhythmic thuds as she pleaded for my mercy. Soon, a raw, bloody gash appeared on her brow, blending with the infected wounds on her cheeks. Her entire face had become a grotesque mess—swollen, weeping, and barely human. Leon watched her grovel, and something in him finally broke. The last shred of his pride crumbled away.

Right before I strike, I catch one last glimpse of his right eye, and in it I see… acceptance. The blood flows over my teeth, its distinct coppery taste flooding over my tongue. Alaster loses his footing and stumbles back, and I go with him, landing on top of him, my teeth pushing one last piercing slice into his neck as his life fades away. The forest goes silent and still as the rest of Alaster’s wolves sense his death and stop fighting, some taking fatal blows as they reel in shock from their leader’s death, others backing off in surrender and gratitude that the evil bastard is finally done with.

In that split second, Alex lunged forward, tackling the nearest enforcer to the ground. Chaos erupted. Sophie grabbed a fallen gun, aiming it at the second enforcer. Her hands were steady as she pulled the trigger, the sound deafening in the enclosed space. The man crumpled to the floor. James dropped the bag, his face pale. “Sophie, please,” he begged, tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry. I never wanted it to end like this.” Sophie felt her heart breaking, but she couldn’t afford to be weak. “Goodbye, James,” she whispered, turning away from him. She grabbed the files and took Alex’s hand.

Mia knelt too, tears streaking her face, but Granny’s eyes were on me alone. “Finish it,” she whispered, blood bubbling on her lips. “End this… for all of us.” My throat closed, my vision blurring. I wanted to scream, to beg her to hold on, but her hand squeezed mine weakly, one final command passing from her to me. And then her grip went slack. Giovanni staggered toward the back exit, blood on his shoulder, fury etched across his face. I rose, fire consuming every shred of grief inside me, and leveled my gun.

Veil tried to draw her weapon, but Grant crashed through the wall and tackled her into the ice. It was chaos. Electric. Violent. Final. Daniel broke free, racing toward the console. Aria followed. “No more games, Daniel!” she shouted. “This ends here!” Daniel turned to face her, breathing hard. “You think you’ve won?” She aimed. “I know I have.” The shot rang out. He dropped. Veil screamed. The countdown hit zero. PROMETHEUS TERMINATED The lights dimmed. The war… was over. ~~*~~

The echoes of their intertwined destinies resounded in the air, a testament to the enduring power of love over hatred. As the final blows were exchanged, Vincent's dark aura wavered, and he crumpled to the ground, defeated. Adrian and Seraphina, though weary, stood triumphant. The birthing sanctuary, once again bathed in the moon's gentle light, bore witness to the resilience of love against the shadows of the past.

Lucas cheered, his voice rising above the cacophony. "Fight, Blackthorne!" echoed the cries of the crew and the werewolves, lending their strength to their leader. With a final, monumental effort, Gabriel surged forward, his blade cutting through the air with lethal intent. Drago's eyes widened as he realized his end was nigh, and with a resounding crash, their swords met one last time. "Amelia..." was the only word that escaped Drago's lips as Gabriel's stroke found its mark, and the menacing captain crumpled to the ground, defeated at last.

He and Paul swung their weapons together, and they stab him with the black stone sword right through the center of his cold and empty heart. Lucas let out a final, piercing scream that shook the leaves on the trees and echoed through the mountains for miles around. His body began to turn into gray ash, and the red light in his eyes faded until there was nothing left but the sound of the wind and the rushing water of the river. The battle was over as quickly as it had begun, and the clearing was finally peaceful once again under the light of the silver moon. Grace and Katy stood together, watching the last of the ash blow away in the breeze, feeling a deep sense of relief that the monster was

“You ended it.” Graham tightened his hold on me. “No,” he said softly. “We ended it. All of us.” Viktor gave a short, sharp nod. “And we will keep ending it until every traitor is gone.” My chest swelled with a fierce, aching pride as I looked at Graham. He was bruised, bloodied, barely standing, but his eyes burned with the steady light of a leader who would never bow, never break. “You won,” I whispered, my voice breaking.