We Will Collide Someday Novels & Stories

Someone will end up catching us… --To be continued…

They will probably meet earlier. We are finally complete. To be continued..

If it’s even possible. Someday.

“What was that for?” “That was for being the most amazing boyfriend in the world. I love you.” I chuckled softly. “Who knew we’d be together after bumping into each other so long ago?” “I’ll have you know that that was no bump, princess.” He disagreed. “Oh really?” I asked. “What was it then?” “It was a collision, Bree. The impact of a crash that was meant to bring us together eventually.” I laughed, a teasing glint in my eyes. “When did you get so cheesy, Dy?” His answer was quick, unhesitant. “When I first realised I was in love with you.” His gaze turned sad. “I’m really going to miss you, Sunshine.”

Maybe, just maybe, we could find a way to coexist without killing each other. Vote and comment guys

The newspaper lay open on the dash, that bad still of a city’s worst night: werewolves on taxis, winged shapes over the Quay, a blade of light on the steps. Brooke buckled in. “If a portal opened once, it’ll open again.” “Then we hit him before it opens, we cannot afford to find out what he was trying to release before,” Gabe said, starting the engine. “We can’t wait for help, we don’t have.”

About the moon cracking and time running out. When she finished, the room was silent. Then Sarah, one of the older wolves, stood up. "So finding the seals hurts your mother. But not finding them means we all die?" "Yes." "And Smith—Kai's own brother—is infected. Working against us?" "Yes." "And we have three months before the worlds collide completely?" Tamara nodded. Sarah sat down heavy. "We're screwed." "No." Kai stepped forward. "We're not. Smith made his choice. Those twelve made theirs. But we're still here. Still fighting. The question is—do we keep going?"

“What?” Elena looked up slowly. “This archive,” she said, “doesn’t just implicate Julian and The Architect.” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Then who?” Elena swallowed. “Governments. Corporations. And—” She hesitated. “And a future event,” she finished. “A coordinated collapse scheduled to happen in **three days**.” Aria’s blood ran cold. “A collapse worse than the last one,” Elena added. “Global.” The room went silent. Aria straightened slowly, leadership settling over her like armor.

The Null-Field was so strong it felt like our blood was turning to lead. "I expected the 'Wild' to react with violence," Arthur said, turning back to his console. "The countdown to the collision has begun. The Origin-World will be in our space in forty-eight hours. My bomb will detonate at the moment of impact. I suggest you return to your Spire and prepare for a very... ordinary life." But Arthur had forgotten one variable. He had forgotten the Logic of the Twins.

And the blood moon’s rise will claim us all. ​