To The End Of The Earth Book Novels & Stories

He pictured the scars, the hair, the grit under his fingernails. The shadow snapped into flesh. "Don't do that." Elodie drifted closer. She didn't walk; the colors around her just rearranged themselves to bring her to him. "The old world is dust. Look back." Victor turned. Or he thought of turning. Behind them, a single, gray pebble was dissolving. It was the last piece of the Atlantic ridge. The last piece of Earth. It flaked away, turning into a fine, white powder that was instantly absorbed by the watercolor sky.

I had finally changed my fate completely in this life. As I walked out of the bureau, sunlight poured over me. It was warm and gentle. Wynnie followed behind me numbly. Just as I was about to get into a taxi, she suddenly called out, “Miles, do we still have a chance to start over?” I did not even turn around. I only replied in a cold voice, “I’m not someone who stoops to that level, so don’t humiliate yourself in front of me. From now on, we’re strangers.”

The way his voice trembled when I said I wanted to be his. Completely. I was his. Still am. God, Erik, please don’t let this be the end of us. Please don’t let distance turn into goodbye.

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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.

Both sides face each other at opposite sides of the battlefield from yesterday, the stench of smoke and blood still fill the air to some degree. We hear that the officers simply named the battle, Final Eternity. Although I found the name a bit bland, in all truth I believe it didn’t matter. The ceremony was conducted by the meeting of Generals from both sides. When our own General Vaxides read the official Persian letter and inspected the seal for authenticity while the Persian Leader General Izari did the same with the Remanian letter. When both Generals returned the letters and saluted each other we knew the war was now over. The cheers of both armies are much more deafening than the fierc

Give him a piece of paper, and he could build the Eiffel Tower. “He has. We also just bought Gabe a children’s book about a snail, it’s called Escargot. It’s pretty funny, about a French snail who slithers up a picnic table. But now I can’t kill the little buggers with Gabe trailing my every move—and they’re eating my precious garden.” Lizzy poked her in the arm. “Maybe you can do a snail relocation to a nearby hiking spot. Give Gabe a bucket for a mass gathering.” That made her friend laugh.

“We ran for a full day today, Maddy. The sun never came up.” I swallow hard, remembering the book and what it had said about the war either ushering in the moon again, returning things back to the way they were, or the beginning of an endless night where the old gods reigned. I take a breath and tell Ella everything I learned from the book. She listens without speaking, her eyes locked on everything and nothing at the same time. “So Isaac is meant to end this,” she whispers. “Yeah, that’s what he believes, and unfortunately, after everything that happened, I think so too.”

“Didn’t it though? Today the heroes won. One small victory in the war on heartless, fake cunts. The ultimate justice will be ours in the end l. Even if it’s by one small victory at a time.” Amber nodded. There was more than one way to bring down an empire. Often things crumbled piece by piece, one crack at a time, until they toppled entirely. Amber was more than ready to grab her hammer and keep chipping away for as long as it fucking took…

He simply smiled with a look of relief. The apple rolled to the ground, picking up dirt. From the start, Zach had been provoking Jessica on purpose. I looked at the blood spreading on the ground and at Zach's collapsed body, then at the frail and blind Jessica. I understood it all. This was Zach seeking redemption using Jessica. At the very end, Zach seemed to see me. His eyes were pleading. "Annie, now that I did this, will this make you feel any better?" As my own body faded, I realized this might be the last thing I would ever say. I looked right at him and gave a cold, cruel smile.