Manhwas Like The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

Eternities, perhaps. "I am thinking about how strange this is," I admitted. "We fought so hard for freedom. And now that we have it, I keep waiting for the next crisis. The next impossible entity. The next test." "There is no next test," Other Lyra said, manifesting with the others. All seven of us together in the quiet moment between maintaining reality. "We passed the final one. This is—aftermath. The part of the story that comes after the ending." "Is it, though?" Marcus asked. "An ending? Feels more like—beginning."

I turned. What happened? He pointed upward. The End has awakened. I stared at the cracks. The Beginning said the universe would continue. Kael shook his head. That doesn't mean it will survive. Cassian stepped forward. Explain. Kael looked at all of us. The Beginning and the End are opposites. The Beginning creates possibilities. The End removes them. Then why was the End asleep? Because there was nothing for it to end. I looked at my daughter. Until she was created.

He must've thought that a few empty promises and my love for him were enough to keep me waiting, keep enduring every humiliation, and keep hoping he would one day give Niccolo and me a proper title. He had never imagined I would walk away, let alone cut ties with him in front of everyone. Just then, the first firework exploded in the sky, gold and red light spreading across the night sky. It was his gift to Camilla. I didn't spare him another glance. I took Niccolo's hand and walked away.

"The novel's story ends here. The villainess and the heroine and the background character—they've played their parts. But our story—the real story—it's just beginning." Morwen smiled. "Then let's begin." Clara took her hand. "Together." The white flower pulsed, and the watcher's attention was soft and warm. Together, the watcher said. That is the way. --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 210

But his eyes suddenly blinked open, so wide that Jayden thought they would fall from their sockets. He heard the man speak, and the slithery voice in his head repeat those words at the very same time, spoken outside his head and in his head at the very same time as though they were read together. They were: “This is where it ends. This is where it begins.” And slowly, the old man’s eyes closed in death, Melissa’s tears glistening on his hands and hers while they locked together.

And as we moved under the fading sun, surrounded by laughter and light, I realized something — after all the storms, all the fights, and all the near-endings… we finally got our beginning. Together. Forever. The End

Panicking, Ryan scooped me into his arms, turning me over and slapping my back hard, trying to force the soup back out. However, I was already gone, lifeless and limp in his arms. Maybe it was the violent shaking, but suddenly, I felt weightless. Everything turned clear again. I reached up and touched my chest, which didn’t hurt anymore. Strangely, I felt relieved. Thank God I was only a spirit now. If I had stayed alive and kept enduring this, Ryan might’ve tortured me to death. Suddenly, Ryan broke down crying. He grabbed my hair and forced my face toward him.

Stories did not end the way we thought they would. They did not stop at the final page. They did not close with a single moment. Because sometimes— The real story— Was everything that came after. And ours was only just beginning.

"You asked her to deal with me?" I did not dignify that question with an answer. Lauren only smiled. "I don't mind. As long as you're happy, you can do anything to me." Wow, she was a masochist? Never knew that. "Just look ahead, Lauren. We're done. There's no going back." That put a bitter smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and walked away. After that, she never bothered me again. Thanks to the lady's Spartan education, my partner and I moved out of the building and started our own company. We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue.