How Does The Divergent Series End Novels & Stories

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

It was over for me. .... Months and days had passed since the Long War had ended. I wandered the cities of the Empire, searching solace in drink, in women and in food. Money was plentiful. The war had made sure of that. My brothers had both made investments and I was their sole collector. So I did exactly that, investing and binging, enjoying life as I drowned the sorrows of my memories. Then I met him, he was a strange man. Boisterous, glutonnous and too lecherous for my hypocrisy to tolerate.

"Still asking the wrong question." His smile faded slightly. "What am I now isn't important." The battlefield grew colder. "What I became is." Silence. The Endwalker stepped forward. "You crossed beyond recursion." The young man nodded. "Yes." "You crossed beyond convergence." "Yes." "You crossed beyond continuity." "Also yes." The Sovereign's eyes narrowed. "Impossible." The newcomer looked toward it. "Yet here I am." Nobody liked that answer. Ethan felt the white divergence reacting harder now. Pulling him forward.

The world freezes. The energy stills. The system— breaks. Cracks spiderweb outward. Rapid. Violent. Unstoppable. “What are you—?!” the core screams. “Ending you,” I reply. The connection surges. Stronger. Brighter. Overwhelming. And then— it happens. The core shatters. Not explosively. Not violently. Clean. Precise. Final. The entire space collapses inward. Light fractures. Darkness implodes. Everything— everything—

Isabella places her hand near the shield, as she tells us, “It’s an energy shield. Let me focus.” I see how she breathes deeply, while she makes the movements to withdraw the energy. Little by little, we see how the shield is visualized as it loses energy. After a few minutes, we see the shield as a large rock wall. Eric and I do the moves they taught us, and we break the wall into a thousand pieces, making it explode. The three of us look at each other satisfied while we laugh until howls in the distance alert us. “The rogues. Come on, we have to get out of here now!” I tell them, as we run to the car.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

The first beings. Then something changed. The memory darkened. Arguments. Fear. Disagreement. Elias looking toward countless worlds. Watching them rise. Watching them fall. Watching dreams end. Again. And again. And again. Until finally— He broke. The vision ended. Lyra gasped. The sanctuary returned. The sky remained fractured. The Dreamer remained free. The End remained afraid. And now Lyra understood why. "Elias wanted to stop the endings." Silence. Everyone looked at her.

That was more than enough. The End

After saying all that, she turned and walked out without hesitation. The door slammed shut behind her. I stared at the ceiling as tears slid down my face. The mother who raised me had died a horrific death. The person responsible was still warning me not to cause trouble. I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. When I opened them again, nothing remained except overwhelming hatred. I reached for the pendant hanging around my neck. I pressed a tiny hidden button on the back. After five years of marriage, even Suzanna never knew it was an emergency communicator.

“Not zero.” The words echo again. Familiar. Defiant. And the path— Holds. Barely. But it holds. I push forward. Closer to the core. Closer to the place where everything ends. And as I do— The space changes again. More drastically this time. The patterns become clearer. More defined. And I realize— These aren’t just possibilities. They’re outcomes. Different ways the system could resolve. Different ways everything could end. Some collapse instantly. Others stretch further before breaking.