Paranormal Activity: Alternate Ending Novels & Stories

Their movements could be heard approaching, shifting through the branches. I could only hold Alaric, because there was no way to run anymore. I took a breath as the parasites dropped to the ground. They gathered, moving closer with terrifying sounds. One parasite leaped toward me. This is the end of everything. I will die here with Alaric. Boom!! An explosion of purplish fire struck the parasite’s back, and it was instantly burned to ash. Another explosion followed, the purple flames bursting like fireworks in the air. “Burn this area!!”

I looked down and saw the text crawling up my leg, the letters spelling out a single word over and over: “Redundant” "I can't feel my legs," Maya gasped. She was sitting five feet away, but the distance felt like miles as the beach stretched and distorted between us. Her silver skin was flickering again, but the needles were gone. In their place were tiny, jagged marks like red ink corrections. "The Revision," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the sky. "Kael, he’s not just changing the ending. He’s deleting the middle. He’s making it so we never met."

I thought of my sterile apartment, my filtered feed, followers who loved a curated illusion, family who barely remembered my birthday. “I’m not losing anything I’ll miss,” I said. “So either turn me and claim me completely or break these bonds and send me home. Your choice.” Thorne chuckled darkly, delighted, almost proud. “She’s fucking insane.” “She’s perfect,” Kaelen corrected. He pulled me against his chest, wings cocooning us briefly. “Are you certain? Once we complete the ritual under starlight, there is no undoing it.” I kissed him so deep and filthy my tongue tangling with his forked one, tasting honey and wild magic and the faint salt of his earlier release. “I’m sure.”

"Thanks for the reminder. Three years ago, your father had someone tamper with that old camera in the archive room well in advance, keeping only the clip of me going in and out alone, and deleting the whole picture of you tailing me and stealing the documents once I'd left. Surely you haven't forgotten that so quickly?" Anthony's face changed abruptly, and he barked at me with forced calm. "No proof, no grounds. What gives you the right to say I did any such thing!" "Funny thing is, I happen to have proof." I turned my head and lifted my chin toward the floor below. Crisp security footage filled the entire white screen in an instant, the timestamp marking it clearly as the dead of night at t

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.

I paused for a brief moment before replying in a calm and peaceful manner, "Yeah, I won't be returning to the country. Please stop calling me, Zeke." I hung up the phone. I had basically severed all ties with him. I stared at the skyscrapers outside. From this point onward, Zeke Jones and I had nothing to do with each other. We would never cross paths ever again.

All color drained from Jason’s face. “She... “She signed a special body donation agreement before she passed. Her remains were taken away. There’s... not even a single piece of bone left…” Paralysis. Burned alive. Body donation… Each word looped in his skull like a curse, clawing at his mind and ripping into his sanity. He doubled over and dug his hands into his scalp. “No... That’s not real...” There was no body left. That meant it could be a lie. Maybe they had all conspired to deceive him.