The Terror Ending Novels & Stories

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

"El Cajon tried to stop him." "He knew Moretti for the monster he truly is." "But now, he's dead." The crowd recoiled like a single, living organism. Gasps, screams and curses erupting from them. I couldn't move. My ears were ringing, but my heart was louder. "You've been partying,” Ghost sneered, "with a terrorist. A murderer." And that's when it all fell apart. Someone threw a glass. Another person screamed. A woman next to me shouted, "You lied to us!"

It didn't really matter. I did not let him. The kill came fast and brutal. Just one strike. Then another. Then nothing. The room fell silent and all that could be heard was the rough, ragged sound of my breathing. Two down. I turned to the last one. The fucking leader who was trying to crawl away, dragging himself through the mess of overturned chains and broken restraints. His eyes were wide now, all the arrogance gone and now replaced with pure terror. Oh, this would be fun.

I burst out laughing, my laughter sounding like it was laced with despair as my tears rolled out. Oh, I was the dumbest fool in the world! On the worst day of my life, my husband and my son had been with another woman! I cried until my chest felt torn open, and Scott got scared and left. I did not know how much time had passed before the door opened. Samuel walked in. When he saw me, he stopped. My face was pale, my eyes were swollen red, and tears were still welling in my eyes. He wanted to speak, and he gulped a few times. In the end, he said it in a low voice. "Rachel's out of danger."

If he did anything funny, he would be expelled. So, he was just trying to instill fear in me. Miguel must have sent him. The third coordinator of the final stage who introduced himself as Master Creigh shouted. “Everyone, as you must have been told already, the final stage is different. It is brutal and only the smartest will survive. Open the gates” The brass gates at the end of the field creaked open slowly and the sight unveiled before me made my jaw drop. I was dead! Two sets of massive rods facing each other shot up to the dark clouds like the spires of Arak. From the top, another set of rods was attached to it, and dangling from it were chains of metal, humming faintly—eerily—as terror

“Lock down every airport, train station, and harbor in the city immediately! Keep a tight eye on every exit route out of the country! Even if you have to turn this entire city upside down, find Nora!” By then, he had already started his car and slammed on the gas like a madman, speeding frantically toward the airport. Amidst the roaring engine, he felt an overwhelming sense of panic, one that he refused to admit even to himself. Back in the hospital corridor, the members of the Benson family stood frozen in place. Utterly confused, Tyler picked up the scattered documents. As he flipped through the pages, his face turned visibly pale. The details of their family interactions—things Elijah wou

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

If this explosive will explode it will trigger the other’s that are planted around the place, if we defuse this right everyone will be alright as the other men are finding the other explosives. “5 second left Cenon! ---” Terrence said and I immediately cut the dark green one that is near the white, the white one will be our ending. I shut my eyes close for a second, I was waiting for an explosion to happen but it didn’t. “F*ck, thank god!” Terrence said and blew a deep breath, I kneeled in there trying to regain my energy again as I felt like my heart skipped beating for a f*cking seconds. “I thought it’s our ending! D*mn I can’t die right now I’m not yet getting married to my man!” Terrence

I don't know whether I would be able to stand on these legs for long. "Now repeat it once again darling, what were you saying about getting a divorce, hmm." He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, taking a step in my direction. I have never seen such rage in his eyes. The breath stuck in my throat. I took a step back, in fear. No it was not fear, it was terror. Betrayal. I have been betrayed. Someone needs to explain to me what's going on, and did all this happen. To find the answers of my queries I looked at John but he hanged his face down, not daring to match mine.

The force of my helmet cracks his skull apart as he his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his skull hits the floor with a satisfying sound as the knife falls to the floor next to us. “Fucker”, I whisper as I look around the room; the terrorists drop one by one until none are left standing. Jake is now in the middle of the room, shouting for everyone to stay where they are and to remain calm; lifting my hand to look at my watch, smiling as I look at the time; it's two minutes past midnight.