The World After The End 소설 & 이야기

“Sorry. I’m not great at becoming a goddess.” Her expression changes, serious again. “I will offer you a choice." My body tenses instinctively. "A choice?" “You may return,” she says. “To your life. Your body. Your timeline.” My breath catches. Return? Is that even fucking possible? "Yes," she answers. Yup, you can read my mind. God she heard it too, but isn't she the Goddess? "Clara," her voice cuts. “If you fail again… if peace is not achieved through you…”

“What did it choose?” Amara smiled through her tears. “You.” Lucian’s heart stopped. Then the child spoke again. “I choose both.” A shockwave exploded. The First Hunger screamed. The Blood Moon turned brilliant gold. And suddenly— a doorway appeared behind Lucian and Amara. Beyond it stood a world they had never seen. A world without cycles. Without death. Without creators. Without gods. A world waiting for them. Eve whispered: “The final world.” Lucian stared at the doorway.

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

Ferris laughed and said, "You ants can't possibly understand the greatness of divinity. The King of the End represents the great end of times. Our world has been in chaos for too long. Everyone is blinded by greed, holding back at nothing to get what they want without any faith in the world. The descent of the King of the End will turn the world into a faithful, orderly world. Everyone will believe in the same thing, and conflict will not exist. The world would become incredibly peaceful, and everyone would have happy lives. Isn't that a good thing?" Everyone was stunned, unable to understand what Ferris was saying. Wilbur frowned slightly before he said, "We don't need gods from other world

If she could move, she'd have a shot at escaping. "After years of hard work, we're almost there," a voice boomed from the high platform. "The world's about to get a new rulebook. Everything's gonna reset. Humanity will build a brighter, better civilization. No more fighting or death. A place to fix every regret. We'll all be creators in that next world, worshipped by millions." Erica's gut twisted as she listened. 'So, this is the Illuminati's endgame? But why? They're already so powerful.'

Even though it happened just over 1000 years ago, in which one of your planets was destroyed, in which everything ended due to conflicts and nature took its toll. Nuclear war broke out on Earth, leaving few human survivors. With the consequences, in which they destroyed, with the barriers between the kingdoms. Yet the kingdoms of Ruandar, the kingdom of angels, sank. Same as the realm of Hell when it was destroyed, in which the angels fled their home and founded New Ruandar, this time isolated from the human realm. In time, the New Ruandar and Earth re-established a tentative era of trade, and it was so, and then the descendants of the angels retreated once again, unifying the realms with th

The world would remember. *** ONE YEAR AFTER THE STORM The world was quiet now. A whole year had passed since the war ended. People were finally healing. The pain and sadness were not as heavy anymore. Some days were still hard, but most days felt lighter. In the human world, people started smiling again. Shops reopened. Schools were back. Families gathered more often. There were lights in the streets at night, and laughter filled the air. The fear that once covered every home had slowly gone away. Now, there was hope.

It's just that I've heard so many things about the end of the world and it just hunts me and makes me think too deeply. What if there will be no new era after this? What if we're just looking forward to nothing? What if the 'end of the world' in the book I've read really is true? What if the mess that humans made is already too much to handle that it'll even give up on fighting to keep us alive? No one knows... And that's why we definitely need to succeed for this. We aren't heroes but we can still save this world without those damn powers from fantasy books that really keep on making me wonder but that's just useless so better just focus on this mission than think of useless things.

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

Callie's eyes widened in incredulity. "The apocalypse?" "Armageddon, Ragnarok, and whatever you want to call it." "And two ghosts–" He corrected. "Witnesses." "–are a sign that the world is going to end?" "It’s the first sign. There will be others." "Like?" "War, famine, plague, death," he listed off. "The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse will come and wreak havoc while we’re powerless to stop it."