The No End House Novels & Stories

He confiscated my communicator, cutting off all contact between me and the outside world. He assumed that as a physically fragile Healer, once deprived of these, I would have no choice but to obey him and let him control me. However, he forgot something. I sat alone in the empty stone house, listening to the steady footsteps of the guards outside. Late the next night, Raelor returned. There was a faint herbal scent clinging to him. It was the calming pregnancy incense Seraphine often used. "Seraphine is out of danger," he said. "But the pup was affected. It has become restless. You should be grateful the pup survived. Otherwise…"

The words came out wondering, not quite a question. “It is.” He stepped closer, and I noticed that the air parted for him differently than it did for me. Where I had to push through it, it seemed to move aside for him, deferring, yielding to his aura. “Life doesn't end. It just keeps moving somewhere else. The living think of death as a wall. It's actually a doorway.” He extended his hand. Long fingers. Clean nails. The hand of someone who could build or destroy with equal ease. “My name is Noxx. Let me show you around.”

The massive door at the end of the room opened wider. Cold wind rushed in. Then darkness beyond the doorway slowly lit up. And Lena froze. It looked like a city. But wrong. Everything was drenched in red light. Buildings leaned at unnatural angles. Streetlights flickered violently. Store windows were shattered. Cars sat abandoned in the middle of roads. And not a single human sound existed. No voices. No traffic. Nothing. Just silence. Too much silence. Noah whispered, “What is that?” Mira answered quietly. “A trap.”

Cigarettes and alcohol ate away at a body already worn down, and he let himself fall apart, let regret and resentment gnaw at his bones day and night. No one reasoned with him and no one kept him company. The huge house was empty and cold, and there was no longer anyone waiting for him to come home. The long self-destruction finally broke his body down. Within a few short months, he was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer. His time was short, beyond the reach of any medicine. Lying in the hospital bed, stripped of all his edge and all his power, he had nothing left but endless loneliness and frailty. That evening, I got an overseas call from Serena.

The kind that doesn't ask where you've been, only shows you how far you can see. The story ends here. Not with a reunion. Not with forgiveness. Not with a man on his knees, finally saying the right words at the right time. It ends with a woman and her daughter, standing at a window that belongs to them, in a building that belongs to them, in a life they built with no one's permission and no one's help. Behind them — nothing. Ahead of them — everything. --- **THE END**

" More than once, I almost thought she could see me. But in the end, everything remained nothing more than a one-sided conversation. One day, the sun was shining brightly when her camera was accidentally knocked to the floor. Just like that, the final piece of her memories was destroyed. Olivia stood there, frozen for a long time. Then she completely broke down. She screamed and cried uncontrollably. "No! Don't leave me!" The medical staff couldn't restrain her, and they had no choice but to give her a sedative. She was forced into a deep sleep for several days. When she finally woke up, she didn't continue screaming. Instead, with a hoarse voice, she stared into the empty air where I stood

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

“What are you gonna do when it ends?” I didn’t answer right away. My body hurt. My mind felt fuzzy and empty and full at the same time. I turned my head and looked at her. “I don’t know.” She smiled, but there was something darker in her eyes. “We’ve got a house up north. Private. No festivals. Just people who know how to use girls like you properly. You want the address?” My fingers traced the dried cum on my thigh, right over the words I’d written on myself.

" Sophia was about to explode at his words when a phone call from the assistant came in, bringing news that shocked everyone even more. "Mr. Hudson, we've found information about Ms. Jackman's mother." "Where is she?" Gregory demanded, feeling a creeping sense of dread that he couldn't shake. "She passed away not long ago," the assistant replied. "Please accept my condolences." "What?" Gregory felt a wave of dizziness, as if someone had struck him squarely in the head. He couldn't believe his ears. "Say that again. I need you to repeat that." "I checked thoroughly. Ms. Jackman's mother has indeed passed away. Her ashes are kept in a memorial hall outside the city."

My aura was a localised EMP, the locks short-circuited and the gates groaned as I walked through them like a ghost through a graveyard. Noah’s house was a monstrosity of steel and transparency, a monument to a man who had everything and understood nothing. I didn't knock. I didn't have to. I let my temper flare, a pulse of pure, unadulterated pressure that didn't just open the massive glass pivot-door, it shattered it. The sound was glorious, the crystalline chime of a thousand shards raining down onto the designer marble. Inside, the climate-controlled air was instantly sucked out, replaced by the biting, metallic scent of a mountain storm I had brought with me. I stepped over the debris, m