Tragic Ending Novels & Stories

Demir must survive. THE END.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

Destroy what it had become in the process of learning to love. Elena grabbed Elara and Julian still partially shifted, still bleeding, still unable to stop what was happening. “The vault,” she whispered. “The journals. There’s another way. There has to be.” But as they ran, as the consciousness began its final dissolution, as the Triad prepared to reclaim something that had chosen freedom over safety, Elara understood: The consciousness hadn’t severed the bond to save them. It had severed it because it finally understood what great-great-grandmother Elena had tried to teach it.

She wasn't able to process everything as her body turned over and under inside the car like a ragged doll. There was only the ear-splitting sound of the screeching tires and the shattering of glass all around her. The car continuously rolled against the asphalt, not giving her time to comprehend what just happened. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt a distant pain as if she's floating above her body. Then, nothing but eerie silence. The last thing she saw was his blue eyes, now painted with the dark red of his blood, staring into nothing. Just a pair of empty hollow depths. A deep sense of triumph swelled within her before she let the darkness swallow her whole.

Kinsley yelped as her magic was shot back at her with a sharp sting and stumbled before swearing and steadying herself as Weaver waved their other hand and deflected the backlash of magic from hitting them. “It’s like it’s going after his internal organs, everything feels like there's a necrosis to them.” Kinsley said as she pulled her long dark waves into a messy bun and away from her face as Liam ran into the room with everything Weaver sent him for, clearing off a portion of the desk so he could set them down, quickly moving and setting the candles down in 5 points around the room.

I slipped down to the floor as I hissed in pain, my vision becoming darker. Samuel did not even look at me as he yelled at me impatiently. "Stop acting! How much strength could Morgan possibly have!" Then, he helped Rachel up and comforted her gently. "Are you okay? I'll take you to your room. Don't bother with this crazy woman." I watched them walk away together, and tears rolled down without a sound. So, this was what it felt like when a heart finally died. Not long after, Samuel stormed out of the study with red eyes. "Cindy! You went into my study and smashed it?!"

As soon as she stepped into the crowd, she overheard snippets of conversation. "Such a tragedy. I heard that guy fought to the death with the attackers, but in the end, he was stabbed with a beer bottle." "They say he was beaten so badly. There was blood everywhere. It's just heartbreaking." "Yeah, if someone could've saved him… He must have been so desperate." The voices echoed in Julia's ears. She stiffly moved toward the private room. Inside, the destruction was overwhelming. Shards of glass scattered everywhere, and there was blood everywhere on the floor and walls. It was a horrifying sight.

“Marcus becomes eternal Keeper, Mabel reclaims it permanently, or death fractures irreversibly. Ten seconds.” My son is standing ready to sacrifice himself. My family is watching to see what I decide. And I’m trapped between letting my child imprison himself or imprisoning myself. “There has to be a third option,” I insist desperately. “There isn’t,” the Witness of Endings states flatly. “Death needs an eternal Keeper. Marcus volunteers, you reclaim it, or fracturing continues. Those are only outcomes. Five seconds.” Alistair is beside me with grief in his collective voice.

Amid her tragedy, she saw the pair walking out of the house alive, and this picture hurt her soul to scream out in rage before losing her last breath, "Jamil! Sophia! I swear to my moon goddess! My soul will stay restless until I take my revenge on both of you! For killing me and my beloved once!" "It's Luna's swear to you!" Declaring, she collapsed on the floor with a blurred vision before shutting her eyes to finally accept her tragic death in sleep. Her blood turned cold, and her body stopped moving. The burning pain slowly faded, and her heart took the last beat of this life. 'So, this is death….' the tear escaped her eyes corner, and she said goodbye to her sorrowful life with a regretf