What Is End Of The World Novels & Stories

' the boy thinks when the girl pulls him up as she stands and pushes him away after falling when he looks up he can see a small meteror land where he was just sitting but no sign of the girl . he picks up his phone and sees a live broadcast so he plays it and sees the same meterors falling all over the place it says this is happy world wide and there are these monsters that have started to pop up and as he reads the head line he just stares in shock. [ THE WORLD HAS ENDED ] "What the ?"

Despite having distanced himself from the place he had grown up in, Damon had still heard the news about the strange events that had just unfolded and had not expected for anyone to reach out to him. That part of him was now behind him—or so he had kept telling himself the past fourteen years. "Something's wrong," Carol said, her voice grim, "there's a war coming to us and not just Atlanta but the whole world and we're running short on time and numbers." "What kind of war?" asked Damon. "The 'end of the world' kind." The bungalow's front door had then swung open and a little boy with dark curly hair had come running out. "Dad!" he called before Damon got up and grabbed him by his little arms

Like the world was already coming to an end. "She didn't unleash anything!" Silva yelled to Butt. Suddenly an earthquake started. Cars, people, properties, were prepared to be laid to waste. The cloud split into two parts, a dark side blinking continually, and a red part, having lightening striking above. Lands capsizing, and it was until now we saw the true meaning of Chaos And Apocalypse. A heavy rain all of a sudden started with no cause. Perhaps, this was how it is suppose to end. No last fight. We had our chance and we wasted it.

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

This was the end for me. And then— BOOM! The world went dark.

“The Old Ones are awake. They’re watching. We don’t know when they’ll make their first move, but we do know that when they do, it won’t just be against us.” Jameson scoffed. “Oh, fantastic. So the whole world is a battlefield now.” Soraya shot him a look. “It already was. We were just too blind to see it.” I exhaled slowly. “Then we prepare.” Jameson arched a brow. “For what?” I met his gaze. “For the end of the world.” Silence. My father sighed. “We don’t know that yet.” I leaned forward. “Yes. We do.”

We are home. THE END

Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips. Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank lined with twisted, leafless trees. Lyra crawled from the shallows, coughing up water that tasted of earth and blood. Her body trembled, every muscle screaming as she collapsed face-down in the mud. The Dead Lands. She'd heard the pack's elders whisper of this forsaken stretch—barren soil poisoned by ancient curses, where no wolf tread without madness creeping in. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, like ozone before a lightning strike.