Orson Scott Card Ender Series Novels & Stories

"This is Endor, a weapon formed from Lilith's breath, the sea serpent. Any supernatural creature who gets stabbed with this blade to the heart will die in hours. No one has the power to remove the blade, except the descendant of Shannon. Any other person who tries to remove it will only drive the blade deeper into the victims heart." My breath caught in my throat. It sounded like a cooked up tale told to children under the moonlight. I am Olive, daughter of Alpha Kazamir. That was all there is to me...and will ever be. I doubled back, my thoughts muddled. "That is not true. I'm not a descendant of any savior from your history books. Do not put strange stories into my head."

Even Seris, suspicious as she was, lowered her bow. But when Eryndor looked at them, his smile never reached his eyes. And when the others turned away, those faint, glowing runes pulsed once against his skin, whispering promises only he could hear. He had not survived by chance. He had been spared. ☠️ End of chapter 32

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* Lucianna pointed her wand to the incoming attack targeting Seer Soraya. “Now, where is the ender?” asked the headmaster as soon as he pulled the head seer. “In her heart, pierce it and this will end,” she grimly said. “But that will kill her!” William shouted in the middle of deflecting the attacks from Antonella. “No, once you shattered the ender you need to pull your sword out, the ender, it’s covering her heart.” “I can do it if you are hesitating,” Lucianna voiced out. Despite her cold voice there was concern in her eyes. After all, William has been her comrade for years, there has been a sense of camaraderie between them.

As the dark fog sped towards him, Ender calmly pursed his lips and blew, sending the evil mist backwards against the wall where it shattered into thousands of tiny pieces leaving behind remnants of burning ash which gradually dissipated into the air. Sensing movement beside him and moving with vampiric speed, he caught the Mother Superior just before she fell to the floor and carefully carried her to lay her down on the bed. Her frail body was limp and she was barely breathing and her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to open her eyes. "Ender.......he will come for her.....she is promised.....as....his....bride", she gasped, her breathing shallow and rapid and he knew she didn't have much t

Some of the drogar recognized her instantly, and whatever hopes they held about the fight completely bottomed out and vanished. “This is Fleet Admiral Freya, leader of the undying Einherjar,” she began. “Some of you in the Empire know me as Ra’ventrii, subjugator of the Reborn. We’ve taken command of this devastator, now named Thanatos, the Ender of Worlds. “Together, we’ll ravage the Empire and bring it to its knees! Only once your precious Imperium is reduced to ash will we stop. And should anyone foolish enough to try to hinder us, know that we’ll crush them. Painfully. Thoroughly.

9th September 202X The ocean glimmers beneath the melting sunset, as streaks of orange, pink, and purple splash across the sky onto the waves below, Layla picked up her sketchbook and began to draw. A subtle salty warm breeze flows through the open window, as the curtains, sketchbook pages, and the polaroids and photos pinned on the wall gently flutter. The sweet melody from the speaker on her shelf, mixed with the faint sound of waves and distant chatter from students at the beach below, an indicator of the new school term that awaits. Those transitioning from primary to high school, from high school to university and ultimately a career ahead.

Because if the End existed to stop the dreamer from waking— Then the prophecy had never been about destroying the world. It had been about protecting it. The Heart pulsed one final time. The ancient voice began fading. Growing weaker. Its last words echoed through the sanctuary like distant thunder. "The Caller is waking." The vision shattered. The silver dream vanished. The Heart's glow returned to normal. Silence followed. Heavy. Overwhelming. Then the shadow beyond the doors moved. Slowly. Deliberately. And the End spoke. Not to Orion.

"Like having a third person in my head who doesn't speak in words. Like... background radiation of emotion. When I'm with you, it's warm. When I think about Silas, it goes cold and frightened. It doesn't want to die, Elara. It's been dying for three centuries, and now that it's found us, it's terrified of losing us." "Us." She tested the word. "Not just you. Us." "It recognizes you as essential. The partner it was designed for." He flipped the pancake, watched it rise. "My family's bloodline was just... transportation. A vehicle that kept it alive while it searched. You're the destination." Elara leaned against the counter, arms crossed. The stone glowed brighter, responding to the conversat

The cards in front of us flipped themselves. Mine showed a dragon and a vampire embracing while the world burned behind them. The caption, in Thorne’s handwriting and my mother’s blood: Because love was never the safe choice. Thorne’s card mirrored it, but the caption was in my handwriting: Because I was tired of being afraid. Remy’s card: a coyote howling at a moon made of broken promises. Caption: Because someone had to keep laughing when the world ended. Celeste’s: a skateboard made of frozen blood, twin tails streaming like comet fire.