The Beginning Of The End Novels & Stories

“Then the endgame begins.” “Exactly.” I hung up. The pieces were moving. The blood was warming. And the first crack in the Petrov throne had already split. I smiled into the dark, whispering the words like a spell: “Let them burn.”

And for the first time in a long time… their hearts were quiet. At last, peace had returned. And with it — a brand new beginning. THE END

he said softly. “The third Tuesday,” I answered. Beside us, Eleanor Voss four days old, the first of a line that would not end, with her father’s early-morning eyes and her great-grandmother’s name slept on, unaware. Unaware that simply by existing, she had undone a thousand years of endings. Outside the tall windows of the drawing room, the sky over the Free Cities began to pale. Grey light crept in, soft and certain. For the first time in four hundred years, morning was not an ending.

This wasn’t a battle anymore, this was the beginning of the end. The Devourer had arrived. And it was coming for our son.

Toward whatever waited there. "Are you geared up for this?" Damien asked. "No. But when have we ever been ready?" Her phone rang. Unknown number. Again. She answered. Her grandfather’s voice. "Hello, granddaughter. I hear you’ve been busy making deals. How ambitious of you. But I’m afraid it’s all for nothing. The game is over. I’m activating the final protocol. Project Endgame. Every major city. Every financial center. Everything burns in three hours. Unless—" "Unless what?"

"The first breath is the beginning of the end. It is the breath that was taken before the first spark. It is the breath that will be taken after the last spark fades." He looked at me with concern. "What does that mean?" "It means the new world is ending. It means everything is ending. And I am the one who has to choose what happens next." He took my hand. "Then we will choose together." The days passed. I watched the new world begin to fade. The flowers wilted. The grass browned. The wolves grew tired and slow. The balance began to tip. The completion began to unravel. Lyra approached me one evening, her eyes bright with tears.

It starts with us, and ends with us. And that is the finale of battle of the immortals. It ended tragically, but it was for a greater good of the world.

The context of this message might confuse you, but I have no time to explain. [ I guess there is no point in hiding now, it's coming for all of us! ~Sigh~] [ The end is not what we thought, the beginning is not what we imagined. This time I was sure that we can finally reach the apex. But centuries of our efforts were a waste. Our greatest strength became our worst enemy.]

As to the life we live here and the one back in New York, it's like night and day. Pop has been cleaning up the family business since before I was born; though things were nowhere near what they used to be by then, it was still pretty rough. I'm not sure how no one sees that things are even worst now, that with technology, all you need is a little planning to take out the enemy without leaving a trace.

I can’t give up! “No! No! Please, Lane!” I begged. I gave him my last breath, and I’m starting to doze off. I can’t feel my body anymore, and I have failed. I slowly dropped on the ground, my eyelids getting heavy by every second. And before my body gave up, I heard a cough, a gasp for air, and I felt him finally move.