The Way The World Ends Novels & Stories

I loved Cassidy more than anything. Although she had been involved with countless men, and she had even cheated on me with Henry, the fake heir, I still couldn't bring myself to let her go. I worked out, took medication, and did everything I could because I wanted to have a child with her. When the doctor finally told me today that I met the required fertility criteria, I grabbed the test results and rushed straight to her office. "Cassidy, I–" My voice came to an abrupt halt. Cassidy was passionately kissing her new male secretary with her arms wrapped around him. She glanced at me impatiently. "Get out!" I suddenly came to my senses. I could accept having a wife like her, but coul

said the leader of the country from South Africa. “Okay if it has to be done. I also have no other solution ...” replied Professor Alex resignedly. After all world leaders agreed to use nuclear weapons, each of the countries was busy preparing bunkers scattered all over the world. Each of the world's leaders announced to their respective people that they would use nuclear weapons to eliminate the monsters that had ruled the world. All the citizens of the world are stricken with fear and panic. Those who are still trapped in their homes must fight to get to the bunker to avoid a nuclear explosion. The world situation is already very chaotic. Looting and rioting was everywhere. The world seems

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. ♦ ♦ ♦

Eternal peace. THE END

I could see his eyes turning red. "Why shouldn't we, Adriano? Look around yourself. Your mighty empire has fallen. You are left alone with no-one by your side. You are surrounded by cops from all sides. Before a bullet even reaches me, you will be laying dead in your own pool of blood. Accept your defeat." Before I could speak anything else a large hand came from the shadows behind and got wrapped around my mouth. Then quickly both of my hands were grabbed with one hand and the other hand holding the gun, pressed it against my temple.

Ancients send their own people to 'nudge' the civilization in the right direction, the direction decided for them by the Ancients. World leaders, artists, people in different levels of power, all of them are sent to these worlds by the Ancients, to slowly get you ready for the end. For example, almost all of the monsters and demons that were portrayed in your "movies" are actual creatures and races found everywhere in the universe. The myths and legends foretold in your stories and scriptures are all real as well. Everything that you saw and experienced in your old world was chosen by the Ancients. Even clothing, languages etc were all picked out for you," she said with a serious face. She

“We guide it.” Sylra frowned. “Guide a god?” “Guide the merge,” I corrected. “Before it consumes everything.” Edward’s eyes met mine. “And if we fail?” I exhaled, the wind carrying the faint echo of divine whispers through the air. “Then the world won’t end, Edward. It’ll begin again. But not the way we know it.” For a long moment, none of us spoke. The only sound was the quiet hum of the Heart and the endless whisper of the wind.

Kael ran to me, breathless, fury and relief wrestling across his face. “You’re back,” he said. “No,” I said. “I never left.” The sky above us cleared. One star blinked. The real kind. Lila stepped from the trees, barefoot, eyes bright. “You didn’t destroy her,” she said. “No.” “What did you do?” “I gave her a home.” The world didn’t end in fire. It ended in understanding. Not a loud kind. Not the kind with banners or battles or screams. It ended quietly. In the way morning ends a nightmare. In the way a scar fades, never fully, but enough to forget the pain.

We have each other, the world should be kind and easy. THE END.

we weren’t deciding how this ends. We were deciding which one of us the world is willing to lose first.