The Beginningafter The End Novels & Stories

"Just thank you for being on the road that day." "Thank you for barging into the road that day, too." And that was the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep. _______

For a long time after that, no more words were spoken. None were needed. END OF PART TWO

My own god killing arrow was killing me. I watched Cammy ran to her father’s side and all but carried a weeping Lucifer to safety. My own guardians surrounded us trying to heal me and Micheal. There was nothing that could be done. “Adrain I leave you in charge my love. When the sun hides in the moon's shadow will I be reborn. I love all of you.” With that said my wings unfurled and began to encase Michael and me. “At least this time we die together.” I thought to him. He smiled weakly and kissed my lips as we drew our final breath.

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He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

"You asked her to deal with me?" I did not dignify that question with an answer. Lauren only smiled. "I don't mind. As long as you're happy, you can do anything to me." Wow, she was a masochist? Never knew that. "Just look ahead, Lauren. We're done. There's no going back." That put a bitter smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and walked away. After that, she never bothered me again. Thanks to the lady's Spartan education, my partner and I moved out of the building and started our own company. We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue.

The morning after the attack, the penthouse was silent except for the faint beeping of medical machines and the low hum of police radios downstairs. Elara sat up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, one hand over her stomach, the other gripping Lucian’s sleeve. Lucian hadn’t let go of her since dawn. Marek rested in a separate room, stabilized but exhausted. Elara exhaled shakily. “Lucian… what happens now?” Lucian rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Now? I will keep you safe. And Marek. And the baby.”

The judgment had been given and now for the first time in a long time there was nothing left to defend. Only one thing remained, what comes next. Because endings like this are not really endings. They are beginnings. And whether those beginnings lead to peace or regrets, it depends on the choices still to come.

"I'm your first, Bianca. I took your virginity that night. We both know that. There's a connection there—a first is always significant. You can't just erase that." The words hung in the air like a ghost—the ghost of a night neither of them had fully forgotten. A night of tangled sheets and whispered secrets, of bodies discovering each other in the dark. A night that had ended as soon as the morning came, with Justin walking out the door and Bianca watching him go, her heart already beginning to splinter.