Never Ending Story Novels & Stories

A place of peace and joy was in Adonis's room. Adonis looked at Alex with curious eyes, the boy's chubby mouth began to move to say something, Adonis's eyes lit up and the boy's clear voice rang out, attracting Alex's attention, the boy said. “Uncle Alex Today my teacher told me a story called "Beauty and the Beast". The ending of the story is very happy, a ferocious beast turns into a handsome man, so is this story true? Can a man turn into a beast and a beast can turn into a man?”

* * * * * * * * * * "There is no real ending. It's just the place where you stop the story." - Frank Herbert

Her POV I was running out of food when we heard the shouting. A horn blew in the distance and I knew the camp was under attack. I closed my eyes and just listened to my salvation. The sound of battle rang around me and nothing had ever sounded so beautiful. Men were screaming and dying, horns were blasting and chaos was all around us. I couldn’t help the single tear that slid down my face, the distraction I so desperately craved had arrived. Sir Duggar was cussing and frantically running around the room attaching armor and weapons to his body.

Now the long years of loneliness begin again. And I will survive because dragons live forever. Tahr's story next... END OF PART THREE

He licks his lips, and his long eyelashes brush his skin when he blinks most beautifully, and then he suddenly looks at me, holding my gaze and I freeze in that unknown gaze. Those colors I can not identify. "Have you found something?" he asks. I blink out of my haze, shaking my head, my cheeks heating up once more and this time I sit down, and bow my head so my gaze can not linger from the pages before me. I feel his eyes on me for a few seconds but they move back to the pages soon enough. I force myself to concentrate, and after enough scolding, I eventually do, following the story before me. It spoke of Adzar, the magic of chaos. This is why it opens doors to the endless. The Endless is w

THE END (HOME SWEET HOME) I, my name is Thomas and this is my story. After I and my parents left the place where I came out form the Pirates world, we went home. I went to take shower and ate my dinner. The my parents asked for all my experience in the place I went to. And how it all happened. I already told them several times that I used to be visited by the black cults and they would try to force me to their world. This night mom, I did followed them and on getting there I had to follow one person to free two other people and the three of the have a dangerous animal to kill. It was said that but is a prophecy that if I was there, their Mission would be accomplished and If I wasn't it would

We never got to see how they lived happily though, but the smile in the last scene after which the The End, flew or swivelled or zoomed in, made it obvious. Nisim did tell me later that The Thief was a short story and short stories ended that way! It was five pages long, much longer than the stories in the book Deuta had gifted me on my eleventh Birthday – Aesop’s Fables – the stories in this book were never more than two pages. And always with a moral at the end. The Thief didn’t have a moral – that was the best part though – I never liked memorizing morals. But the thing was, my brother was calling the longest story I had read till then, a short story! By then, though, I had some idea of a

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

But now she is stuck in mother earth, not knowing if she should go back to her home again. "The End" "But mother, why does this story not have a happy ending?” "Not all stories have an happy ending Jake" "But mother, what is the name of the woman in the story?" "Her name is Ariana. Now go to bed my child, it is clearly night" She had said as she kissed his forehead and switched off the table lamp. "Why is this story so different?" Little Jake wondered till he fell asleep, not waking up till the next morning. PRESENT DAY Till now, he wondered why that story never had an happy ending. He remembered vividly what had happened the next day and that will be a day he would never forget. His mother

He waved excitedly at us and we did the same, exchanging greetings. I rang the door bell and a new face greeted us as we walked in. My mom had probably hired some new people to handle the chores, she must have fired some others, she changed staffs hastily too. Endurance, that was her name, she seemed like a bubbly person with the way she welcomed us like she knew us already, but surely she must have seen us in the family portrait hanging firmly in the living room. "Make I go call mummy" She said in pidgin as she scrambled off in search of our mum. I felt like a stranger as I sat down on one of the fancy leather chairs.