The Begging 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."

Lyrics POV After that very emotionally exhausting conversation about my parents we head outside to check on the twins and the girls. Nadia and Luca are showing the the training I taught them at that age and it’s quite cute to watch. After awhile the Alpha and my apparent uncle Nathan decide they want to see how well the twins hold up against them and I try to warn them but grown men and their egos just don’t listen. After two rounds of getting their butts kicked they decide to keep going because “we are bigger then them so we will win eventually” as the fools said. Zion walks up beside me and starts up a conversation about magic which I happily get into we’ve been talking for a few hours and

The future remained unwritten. And somewhere beyond the final page, countless new stories waited to be told. The End. Or perhaps... A New Beginning.

The Darkness was not just a curse anymore—it was evolution, unstoppable and complete. From the edge of the ruins, one of the remaining villagers dared to speak. “You… you cannot control it all! You will be destroyed! Every curse has its end!” The child turned slowly, black eyes reflecting the world’s suffering and potential. “End?” they repeated. “I am the end… and yet, I am the beginning.”

Reborn Before the End Blurb Blurb She died once. She will not die again. Elara Vance died in the flames of an apocalypse that consumed the world, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned to burn while he saved another woman and their child. Her final moments were filled with nothing but regret and hatred. Then she woke up. Three months before the end of everything, Elara is the only person on Earth who remembers what is coming. The collapsing sky. The mutated creatures. The mysterious energy that will destroy civilization as she knows it. Now she has a choice: waste her second chance on the man who destroyed her, or use it to prepare for the war ahead.

"The gun. It is fake. A prop. I bought it at the mall this morning. It would not have fired a real bullet if I had pulled the trigger a thousand times. I just wanted to see what you would say when you thought you were going to die." Her face went slack. "Tammy." "Congratulations. You get to live. You get to enjoy every last cent of the money you earned by treating my life like a part in a play. The road back to the city is that way. I am sure a woman of your talents will figure something out." "Tammy, please." "Goodbye, Bridget." I rolled up the window and drove away. I did not look back. In the rearview mirror, I saw her standing in the middle of the road, growing smaller and smaller, until

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

"Mr. Wayne, this is the repaired dashcam footage." Wayne took it and pressed play. Arden's broken voice came through the speaker. "Wayne… I've known for a long time that you could walk, but still, congratulations. And thank you for risking your life to save me five years ago. But this marriage you built out of lies, letting me live in fake happiness—it has to end. I don't blame you for deceiving me, but I'll never forgive you either. Goodbye, Wayne…" Her words were cut short by a deafening explosion.

There was only silence from the other end of the line. As the rain grew heavier, I heard my voice getting softer. "What do you want me to do for you to forgive my brother and let me go?" Jason finally replied to me. Every word of his felt icy to the bone. "Christine, why don't you just die? Once you die, I'll forgive you!" After hanging up, I wandered around the streets in a daze. The noise all around me seemed to have vanished. All I could hear was Jason's voice saying, "Why don't you just die?" over and over again in my head.