Halloween Ends Novelization Novels & Stories

I crash onto the ground, the air knocked violently from my lungs. “Anton… why?” I choke out, my voice breaking. “You said I was your everything…” “I made my choice!” His voice trails off into nothing as the front door closes and the steel shutters lock. Leaving me on the wrong side of survival. His face is the last thing I see before the iron cuts off the light—cold, unmoved, and completely devoid of regret. The first set of fangs sinks into my shoulder. I scream as the beasts tear into my flesh, mauling me alive. Through the blur of blood and agony, one image burns into my mind.

"It’s me. I’m back." The End - - - - Author's note I know I could write more, but I don't want to spoil anything that's yet to come. I did, however, want to end the book on a happy note. So I hope you appreciate a sneak preview of what's to come. I've loved writing for the Iron Alpha, and I didn't expect the story to get to Chapter 200, let alone 250. I was actually planning on making this one a lot shorter than Alpha Osiris, but I clearly failed.

He could feel the regret Of his feelings that were so set An irrevocable emotional bit Pepper Rei was the fit For his puzzled long life So he took after her To find her laying under the Hallow tree A gate to the otherworld And he could hear the nearby residents Putting up the Halloween decor A naive sensitivity looming on the survival of mankind He saw with a sinking whine Pepper Rei flaking into bits And settling into the Hallow roots And this was the moment of fear, A first for Mr. Riversane Maybe the end was very near. Trade with Death The clock was nearing midnight The fog had settled an unusual welcome to the end

"You're a monster! You're killing the 'Text'!" ​"I'm the Author now," Nora said, the black ink of the obsidian pen beginning to crawl up her arms like veins. "And I've decided this series is Cancelled. No more sequels. No more spin-offs. No more 'Wife's Revenge'." ​Nora turned to the Co-Writer, her gaze absolute. "You wanted to be the one who decided the ending? Well, here it is. The End." ​Nora slammed the obsidian stylus all the way in.

Holding the tie, I closed my eyes and tiptoed. Either the fate played wicked keeping them apart or played virtuous bringing them together. It played until their souls chased each other. The End. ••••••••••••• TADAN! Ok, my book ends here. Thank you, my readers, for all your support :) I hope you people enjoyed it. H.LOCKHART.

"Then write this: They lived." The Draft shadows let out a unified shriek of "continuity error" and dissolved into black puddles. But as the light from the book intensified, a new line appeared at the bottom of the page, written in a handwriting I didn't recognize. It wasn't the Author's Calibri font. It was elegant, handwritten, and ancient. 'The price of a new ending is the beginning. See you in the Wastes, Iris.' The Archive exploded in a flash of blue light.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

That was more than enough. The End

It seemed I would be the only one paying my respects at this mid-autumn festival. I had not even reached the door when a harsh crash echoed through the air. My chest tightened. I ran inside and saw several workers swinging sledgehammers at the walls. “Stop!” I shouted and stormed in. The house was a wreck. Furniture was smashed to splinters. Lance stood amidst the ruins, seizing my mother's ancestral tablet and smashing it to the ground. Crack! The tablet shattered into pieces. He was not satisfied. He stomped on my mother’s black-and-white portrait, grinding it into the floor.

the final footnote. NOTE 1: THE THORNE-BLACKWOOD LINE ENDED IN THE NORTH WOODS. NO REMAINS WERE RECOVERED. THE SAGA IS CLOSED. As Kaelen finished the sentence, the wooden house began to "Fade." But it wasn't a deletion. It was a "Cloaking." From the woods, the sound of a thousand helicopters began to rise—the Foundation’s sweep had arrived. "Sign it, Kaelen!" Silas roared. "Close the book!"