The Day The World Died Novels & Stories

I felt his hand rub my back. "Do I look like I'm alright?" I sarcastically said. Noah laughed. "No, you look like the end of the world." There was another puking sensation climbing up my throat, so I turned my head back to the toilet bowl to vomit. "Which one? As far as I remember, the world ended 12 times," I joked, referring to the 12 Death Plagues that wiped out the world. "Probably the 9th," he answered, referring to the plague where a virus literally sucked up people's blood, leaving them dry, body and bones, in a span of weeks.

“What I mean son, is that the fire was not meant to kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it.” He frowned deeply. “It was the Calamity Star’s power’s full awakening.” I laughed. “We are doomed.” Tears screamed down my cheeks. “All those with innocent blood on their hands will be die before dawn.” Mark lost all his strength and dropped to the floor with ashen face.

"You couldn't accept it." "I tried to save you." "You tried to save everything." "And?" "You failed." Evelyn whispered: "What happened?" Kael looked toward Lucian. "Tell her." Lucian shook his head. "You should." Kael looked at Evelyn. "You created the first world to replace me." Her heart broke. "What?" "You couldn't bring me back." He smiled sadly. "So you built a universe where death didn't exist." Evelyn remembered. A blank world. No graves.

"I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, think about it—Dad was young and healthy, not to mention Mom and Draco. Is it possible that there was some foul presence at work, or perhaps a contagious plague? "I think we should forgo a traditional burial. I heard people from the big cities say that if it's a disease, burning the bodies cleanses everything," I said as I looked innocently toward Uncle Shawn, making sure my voice rang out across the entire funeral hall. Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately backed away, shoving and jostling each other as they packed into the courtyard with terror written all over their faces. They were absolutel

"It's just… flying that far is gonna take forever. What if we die from the heat before we even get there?" I sighed. "Forget it. Maybe I should just call Raven and try to work with her." Before Blazewing could answer, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Her voice came sharp and mocking. "What, can't handle the heat anymore? Finally coming to beg me?" I quickly explained, "The temperature's rising all over the world. The glaciers at the South Pole are probably gone by now. You've seen how much it's been raining lately." "So what? What's that got to do with me?" she shot back, totally indifferent.

Three days after the light died, Florence smelled like rain again. The city’s power returned in uneven surges, bulbs buzzing to life in apartments that had been dark for weeks. Alessandro watched the streets from the balcony of what was left of their building, a chipped mug of coffee in his hands, its steam curling into the damp morning. The world had not ended. It had simply gone quiet. Emergency broadcasts crackled on the radio, reporting that global networks were back online under a temporary council. People called it The Wake, as if the planet itself was grieving a god.

The memory burning. “I wish you'd just died that day when you were ten. I wish they never revived you.” And then there was what Daniela had said when she agreed to go out with him. "Adrian, you passed my test. Now I believe you're really over that deaf girl. You and me. A date." Every single sentence felt like a needle piercing straight through his chest, and the pain was bone-deep. Adrian's vision went dark, and his mind suddenly jumped to that day at the mall.

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep. He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face. “Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.” The courtyard fell silent again. Only the wind. Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs. Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual. “I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”

Seeing that none of them were afraid, the will of heaven sensed something was wrong, but since its duty was simply to destroy this world. It stopped caring about everything, slowly raising one hand as the energy of the world was completely drained by it. Then, slowly, plants, small and large animals all began to lose their breath and died, unable to breathe. At the same time, those with a little strength managed to survive while cursing the will of heaven. “Be damned, you divine will! We will never accept this death. Never! One day, you will have to submit to it!”

The world is turning into a graveyard, and the graves are emptying faster than the living can bury their dead. A bite is a death sentence. The infected tear through families, schools, hospitals, entire cities. People barricade themselves inside their homes while their loved ones claw at the doors, begging to be let in with mouths full of blood. Those who escape spend their days scavenging through abandoned shops and their nights listening to the dead gather outside. Nina Calloway has watched the world become a slaughterhouse. She has seen people trampled over a bottle of water, strangers dragged from hiding places, and desperate survivors trade human lives for a few more hours of safet