This Is How The World Ends Book Novels & Stories

Then— for the first time— it smiled. A peaceful smile. Then it whispered: "SO..." Pause. Then: "...THIS IS HOW DARKNESS ENDS." A single crack spread across its body. Then another. Then thousands. Golden light poured from every fracture. The horror began breaking apart. Not into ash. Into stars. Millions of tiny lights rising into the heavens. Returning to creation. Returning home. The battlefield watched in absolute silence. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Because they all understood. They had just witnessed the end of the oldest enemy the world had ever known.

"I chose to destroy you." "Same thing," he smiled, and then he began to dissolve, his form turning into a cloud of glowing, digitized dust that spiraled toward the ceiling. Cattleya watched him go, feeling the cold darkness of the deletion wave rushing up to meet her. The walls of the cathedral were fading, the city of Oakhaven was flickering like a dying bulb, and the infinite hallway of canisters”her nursery”was finally, mercifully, turning to black. As the last of the code collapsed, she didn't close her eyes. She waited for the nothingness, a final, defiant witness to the end of the world.

After five years of marriage, Gabrielle Jamison stumbles upon her husband, Morgan Quilton, with his mistress. He's even brought their son, Casper Quilton, with him. Casper pretends not to know her, and Morgan doesn't even bother to hide his contempt. Gabrielle looks around at the room full of impeccably dressed guests. She twists the hem of her wrinkled shirt, then looks at her own haggard reflection in the mirror. The brilliant golden girl she used to be is gone without a trace. In that instant, she loses all hope in Morgan and Casper. So, when Morgan tells her he wants a divorce, she quietly says yes. From then on, every outrageous demand from his side of the family gets a hard no. Si

Chapter 70: The Scorched Earth The world did not end with a scream. It ended quietly. No sirens. No final broadcasts. No last stand worth remembering. Just silence. It spread slowly at first—like everything else had. Cities went dark, then cold, then still. Forests burned until there was nothing left to consume. Rivers froze or boiled depending on what reached them first—fire or winter. And then… Nothing. From above, the world looked abandoned. A broken sphere of ash and ice, scarred by fire and carved open by war. The places that once pulsed with life—crowded streets, glowing skylines, endless movement—had all been reduced to stillness.

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

At first, he tried to dismiss it, but then, he remembered a certain phrase in the old, worn book their grandmother had left him and Stella. The book was filled with strange prophecies and strange happenings that had always seemed like stories from another world. But one page in particular haunted him now detailing a shift that was supposed to occur, a sign of something that would come upon a young boy when the time was right. The silver hair was a symbol of the witch's ancient, strange promise of the end of the world.

[The Final Resolution] The world didn't end with a bang; it ended with the sound of a thousand children humming a lullaby in a minor key. The sea-cave was a theater of shadows, the "Original" Ivy standing at the mouth of the tunnel like a vengeful saint. Behind her, the indigo children were a wall of black-eyed dolls, their collective presence creating a static pressure that made my nose bleed.

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

In order to keep the world running as it should, no one could know how it all worked. There were plenty of rumors, but no one ever bothered to find out. It didn’t matter what the Ten were… they made life good. There was never a reason to question or worry. Until one curious, stupid little boy changed everything. One child was the downfall of our world. So much was lost, perhaps forever. The Ten are scattered. Dead, sick, captive… no one knows for certain. No one… except myself, and the desperate handful of people taken into the Ten’s confidence, working to save the world.

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."