The End And The Death Novels & Stories

YOU REFUSED TO LET THINGS DIE. The words struck like thunder across the network. The First Human flinched. The Witness flinched. Marcus Voss flinched. Because every single one of them had done exactly that. They had tried to defeat death, tried to preserve their own existence, and tried to hold on past their time. And each selfish attempt had weakened the structural integrity of reality itself. The End took another step closer. Earth trembled violently, and the fracture widened to a yawning chasm. For the first time, Ava realized the terrible, objective truth: The End wasn't here to destroy the universe. It was here to fix it.

“Every time my phone rings I wonder if it’s the call. And if it’s not his death my mom’s calling about, then it’s something he did. He’s killing himself and there’s no way around that. But he’s going to take someone down with him too. Maybe it’s driving under the influence or selling laced weed to kids. All Bobby does is destroy, and waiting for the end is worse than going through the final never-ending chapter.” “That makes sense,” Quinn says quietly. “Living with the fear of never knowing what’s going to happen would make me anxious.” “In a perfect world, he’d recover. But the world isn’t perfect, and I know the odds of someone coming back from something like this.” “It’s not impossible,”

That idea somehow felt worse. The End wasn't motivated by hatred. Or revenge. Or conquest. It genuinely believed it was helping. The memory shifted again. Showing stars dying. Worlds collapsing. Civilizations fading naturally. Time claiming everything. Orion gestured toward the vision. "The End witnessed the first death." The stars dimmed. "It witnessed the second." Another dimming. "The thousandth." The vision grew darker. "The millionth." Silence. The forgotten Sovereign looked toward them. "Eventually it decided death was unacceptable."

“I see heat that fades. I see comfort that ends. I see beings clinging to temporary warmth while inevitable cold waits. While natural temperature returns. While nothing reclaims everything. This proves cold is the truth. This proves warmth is an illusion. This proves nothing is a destination.” “I see everything ending,” End said. “I see every action leading to cessation. Every effort resulting in stopping. Every being is moving toward not being. I am inevitable. I am certain. I am what everything becomes. And that inevitability proves nothing is superior. Proves existence is delayed. Proves erasure is simply accepting what will happen anyway.” They were not changing. Were not convincing. Wer

And she almost saved me from the luck that, in the end, fell on me and that despite everything, she has now brought me to this confession, when I finally look at the face of death. I assure you, true death is not only the end of life, it is the end of everything; I can talk about it now that I look at the voracious void. Nothing awaits us beyond the threshold of life, other than an eternity of infinite oblivion. It is strange, it is as if this world were a mere story where its author arcs names from a notebook to kill characters that are no longer necessary. ♦ ♦ ♦

At Least with death I will find peace and with that, darkness and serenity consumed me. Everything went silent and I just knew it was the end

As such, Charles would never let the matter go out of hand. "I know Celine's death is unjust, but let's deal with it after this period is over, alright?" he coaxed Susan. However, it was obvious that his patience had reached the limit. "You knew about it a long time ago, didn't you?" How would Susan not understand what their reaction meant? Her tears streamed down her face. I never recalled Susan crying this badly. My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer…

He stared at her in disbelief before collapsing into a heap. I took advantage of the chaos to escape. Before long, I saw Anthony’s car nearby. He was searching for me. “Hurry, Serena’s going to kill me!” I cried. We quickly made a police report. By the time we arrived back on the scene with the cops, we found Serena sitting on the ground and holding Cyrus, crying and laughing at the same time. “I really love you, Cyrus! You can’t leave me.” Cyrus was on the brink of death, lying motionless in her arms. The cops took them both away, while Anthony and I went home.

And one day, death would also taste himself». 🌸🌸🌸🌸 The End. Turn over to part 2

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]