Like Last Day On Earth Novels & Stories

I sigh again for the nth time today while I play with the system in my headspace. Serves it right. It's been two days since I woke up from this world and met the Monarch. It took almost all of my courage in just one day and yet, the system said I came on a perfect timing that day? Ridiculous! Who on their right mind would believe that? It seems like the system can't take my violence anymore and starts complaining instead of struggling from my hands, "Host, don't you think you need to prepare a plan? There's only 13 more days before the fated day!" I smirked and squeeze him even harder.

Three days after the light died, Florence smelled like rain again. The city’s power returned in uneven surges, bulbs buzzing to life in apartments that had been dark for weeks. Alessandro watched the streets from the balcony of what was left of their building, a chipped mug of coffee in his hands, its steam curling into the damp morning. The world had not ended. It had simply gone quiet. Emergency broadcasts crackled on the radio, reporting that global networks were back online under a temporary council. People called it The Wake, as if the planet itself was grieving a god.

Behind us, the earth burned. And beneath it, the last of Echo finally died. But somewhere… far beneath the ash and ruin… A single eye blinked open.

One Last Promise The world was ending. Slowly. Painfully. Inevitably. Everyone could see it now. The sky wasn't merely cracked anymore. Entire pieces were missing. Stars flickered in and out of existence. Clouds twisted into impossible shapes. Reality itself looked exhausted. Like it had been holding together for too long. And it was finally beginning to fail. BOOOOOOOOOOM! Another section of the First Door collapsed. The sound rolled across the battlefield.

​The return from the Oort Horizon was a journey through a solar system that felt fundamentally altered. The "Static of the Edge" had vanished, replaced by a profound, ringing clarity. As the Respiration glided past the Jovian moons and the Martian "Red Bloom," the crew could feel the weight of their final victory. The last ghost of the Old Guard—the Matriarch who had mistaken preservation for life—had been laid to rest.

We need one last day of preparation before entering the lions den. *********FLASHBACK OFFICIALLY ENDS********

Are they? Blackwheel knelt at the floor of Man's office as if he was about to devote himself to prayer. A minute passed and he heard the voice of someone. It sounded like the voice of God. "Follow me," Blake said. * Blackwheel dropped the tennis ball he had been holding for a while and took a moment to admire a duplicate painting of 'The Last Supper' by Leonardo Da Vinci temporarily glued to the wall. The painting was not as beautiful as he had last seen it in one of Alberto's friend's house and yet it had a certain texture that excited him. Its body was radiant as it told a tale that happened two millenniums ago.

I had every freaking thing which I could. After 3 hrs. "Ma'am the bar will get closed. Please leave" "leave.... Great everyone is leaving me and you... You ask me to leave? " "Ma'am please" "Fine" I payed and went out. I can't drive I will call a cab. I book the cab and I walk but why is everything shaking? Is there a earthquake. If there is then this will be my last day on earth. Suddenly some light fell on my eyes. I closed them. Last time I checked it was night. How come sun rises early?

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---