This Is How The World Ends Book Novels & Stories

The Jackals held their breath. ​The warehouse, the city, and the empire were all balanced on the edge of a single heartbeat. The "Proposal" was forgotten on the table. The "Vatican White" was a ghost. There was only the father, the lover, and the girl caught in the crossfire of a war that had no winners. ​"Goodbye, Roman," Arthur said, his voice cold and final. ​"Not today, Vulture," Roman replied.

A fresh, deafening chorus of monstrous shrieks joined the screams of the dying town, creating a cacophony of the damned that vibrated in the bedrock of the earth itself. This was the end. There was no coming back from the threshold I had just been dragged across. The world was ending, and I was bleeding out at its horrific epicenter. My eyelids grew heavy. The frantic flutter of my pulse against the encroaching darkness beat one final time in my throat... twice... then stilled entirely. The searing pain, the suffocating fear, the apocalyptic chaos—all of it receded into the distance, falling away into a vast nothingness.

"It’s not a credit anymore. It’s a page. Write a new world, Xander. One where the bread is free... and the moon belongs to everyone." I leaned in, my lips meeting his one last time. I couldn't feel the heat of his skin anymore, but I could feel the resonance of his soul. It was a kiss that spanned the entire multi-volume narrative—from Volume 3 to the end of the world. As we broke apart, the silver smoke of the Antithesis surged one last time, swallowing the harbor, the city, and me. The New Ledger The world woke up to a morning that wasn't "Assigned."

Kael's POV The world has always ended in fire, once by the divine will and now by silence. I walked through what remained of a city once loved by man, it's towers were black skeletons and it's streets a graveyard of dust and bone. The air tasted of rust and regret, every echo was a ghost that refused to fade.

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.

Even when she says the last lie: “I’m still yours.” And then— The world ends.

As the space fireworks drew to a close, the entire world was in turmoil, no, pandemonium! People openly wept, afraid of the end of the world, and some cheered because it gave them the opportunity to unleash their inner demons; after all, nothing held them back anymore. Many took up arms to fight against Walter Roberts to the bitter end for the sake of their country and home. Others chose suicide rather than waiting for the end of the world to arrive...

I shrugged my shoulders, "Doesn't matter. That doesn't stop it from becoming reality." "Whatever," Noah mumbled. "There are many much more reasonable things that could end the world. It's more likely there would be an asteroid attack or a nuclear holocaust. Maybe global warming but even aliens are more likely than zombies." I started laughing, "Yes, Noah, the world is going to end because Aliens will finally decide to take over." Noah propped himself up on his elbow so he was looking down at me as I laid there laughing. Our hands were still intertwined as he smiled down at me while I laughed.

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

"The world that almost survived." The beautiful city suddenly trembled. A single page drifted through the air. Someone caught it. Read it. Then vanished. Another person disappeared. Then another. Buildings faded like mist. The silver trees turned black. Within seconds... The magnificent city no longer existed. Only empty ruins remained. The older Adrian closed his eyes. "We won." He opened them again. "But we forgot one thing." "What?" "The Author cannot protect a world..." "...whose people stop protecting the truth." The vision vanished.