If The World Was Ending You'd Come Over Right Novels & Stories

Not ever. But as the world fades, I realize I might not have a choice. This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

If looks could kill, Matt would be writhing in pain because if my hands were free, I would've been strangling the bastard. "I didn't know it was this bad," Matt looked around at everyone in the room with an innocent expression. "What frigging cloud have you been on tonight, Matt? People are sick everywhere! The phones are out. The radios and T.V. are out. The world is ending, and as usual, you were off in 'I don't give a crap' land. What have you been doing tonight, Matt?" I wanted to say so much more, but with our audience, it would've been inappropriate.

Danison said. “Yeah?” Elen answered as Jean, who was so engrossed in the sight, finally faced him. “This world is ending,” Danison declared, taking in the shivering of Elen and the unbelieving look on Jean “But it's gonna be fine because it’ll restart, although you might not remember me or ever know me its next restart, and I might not exist even, you have to go on. I’m sorry but I guess… this is where it ends,” Danison said as tears rolled down his eyes.

Was this the end for me? ****

Call me crazy, I don't give a shit at this point. ✨ THE END ✨

He said as soon as he stood up, and helped me up. "The guardians? Who are they?" I asked quizzically. "They're everything. It's time." Brian said mysteriously. "Time for?" I ask walking in step with him. "Time for the end of the world. Time for the greatest war humanity has ever known. Time for Armageddon."

“Why so hurry? You, just came, right? Isn’t the carnival fun that you will never want to miss?” “Nope, we are good to go. It’s time to go to the next floor.” “Do you really want to go back to the world?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “Why?” “Do I need to answer it? “I’ll let you leave this floor if you can give me a satisfying answer of what I just questioned you.” “The world needs me.” “Really? How do you know?” “As I am the world protector.” “Does it need protecting?” “Nope.” “Then? Why do you think the world needs you?”

“Are you ready?” No. “I don’t suppose I can get any readier than I already am.” “No, you can’t. It will be over soon, Lyric. In the next forty-eight hours only one of two things can happen, we either save the world or we wreck what’s left of it… either way, it will be over.”

“You don’t get to be the end of the world.” My voice breaks. “Not without me.” Outside, the sky splits again— and this time, it sounds like something laughing.

His knuckles turned a bloodless white as he gripped the edge of the terminal desk. "No." "Dante..." "I said f**king no, Bianca! I didn't pull you out of that sinking ship and fight through a thousand clones just to watch you turn yourself into a goddamn battery for a ghost-machine!" "It's not a battery! It's an Anchor! If I don't do it, the world ends! Look at the screens!" On the monitor, a city in the Midwest was burning. The wolves were dragging people from cars. It was chaos. It was the end of everything.