There Will Come A Day Novels & Stories

Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes. Serena saw her life flash before her eyes. She was going to die. A little rebellion and she was going to die. On an island in the middle of nowhere

It’s now Friday and I’ve gotten the first week officially over with. I’m completely defeated by the bullshit every day has brought on. Today is the day I meet up with Chase. It’ll be nice to see a familiar face and to leave this god-forsaken place for a few hours.

My husband, Aiden Spencer, frowned, got up, and went to the balcony to smoke. I looked over. Against the backdrop of bright city lights, his tall and slender figure blended into the faint haze of smoke, exuding loneliness and desolation. Half an hour later, he walked back inside, forcing a smile that screamed of silent endurance. "This time, come with me to the company's family day event. Since I'm free this weekend, I'll take you to the mall to pick out a few outfits."

"Did you not get what I said? Smoked ham isn't the same as honey-glazed. I told you to make a honey-glazed ham, so do it. What's with all the questions?" She only said a few words, but it felt like she had turned into someone else entirely. Just moments ago, she had been so warm and kind. Now, she was practically unrecognizable. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. No one had ever spoken to me like that before! I shot a furious look at Wayne. He gently squeezed my hand, trying to calm me down. "Mel made dishes without pickles, Mom," he said. "And look, we do have ham on the table. It's Christmas Eve. Let's just eat."

He sighed, "The furnace is on a timed cycle. Once it's ignited, it won't open until the process is finished." Evelyn collapsed to the ground, her spirit broken. "Murderers. You're all murderers."

The Torah code was a series of hidden codes that scholars had deciphered from the first five books of the Old Testament. “So when’s the big day?” one of the twins asked, leaning forward, a look of worry forming on her face. “Unless we take a stand, doomsday will come for us on the first day of the year of the black mist,” Hans said. “Armageddon is heading our way on January the first, 2021. That’s 7 days away.”

~BELLUS POV~ The feeling of being alone and unwanted. Why am I living? What I am living for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's been 2 days since I got discharged at the hospital and I am doing great, although the bickering and teasing with Pawell and Keith seems fun, it was kind of boring these days, plus the weather was still cold. It was almost my birthday and I can guess that it would turn out to be an ordinary day, maybe my parents would just send me some gifts like before.

Boring but necessary governance. It was peaceful. Almost normal. Then, on a quiet afternoon three months after we returned from our vacation, the void monitoring network detected something. Not a breach. Something worse. A message. Carved in reality itself, visible to anyone with the ability to see between worlds: *We are coming. We are inevitable. We are what waits when heroes fall and hope dies. Prepare yourselves. The true war begins soon.* Below it is a countdown. One hundred and eighty days until something crossed over.

He's crying. And then footsteps. Walking away. Getting quieter. And then I'm alone. --- I'm alone in the darkness. Alone in the cold. Alone in the silence. But I'm not dead. I'm still here. I'm still fighting. And I'm going to wake up. --- The days blur together. I can't tell how much time has passed. I can't tell if it's day or night. I can't tell if the world is still turning. But I can hear them. Every day someone comes to visit.

All protocols have bowed to this day. A monster has fallen. An evil empire is no longer in existence. Peace has prevailed. Who would dare curse this day?! What else can ruin this day?