When The Walls Come Tumbling Down Novels & Stories

Dennis grumbled. “Why? WHY? WHY!!!!! WHY ARE YOU NOT WAITING FOR ME!!!!!” Bang! Cling! Pang! The room echoed countless sounds. “Well… bed is broken– what?” Dennis asked stupidly. “I just described the situation.” Vilfredo sighed as well. “Glass is shattered.” “Cupboards are no more.” Freddie resigned to their fate as well. Kaboom! Their eyes didn’t even falter. “Yup. I believe our wall is no more as well.” Dennis said blankly.

I forced myself to go slowly, focusing on finding a pattern in the chaos. As I walked down another corridor, the walls began to close in, quickly accelerating towards each other. I quickened my pace but soon broke out into a sprint, the walls now only a few meters apart. Panic rose within me as I saw no way out, the walls nearly touching and closing off any chance of escape, "Oh, shit. No... no... no..." The stone walls rushed towards me with a thunderous roar, I could feel the gust of wind as they closed in on either side. In a last desperate act, at the last moment, I spotted a small opening, just wide enough for my body to squeeze through.

"Anything feels possible in this place, doesn't it?" Suddenly, there's a loud cracking sound, and we all jump. A piece of ice falls down right next to us, followed by several more. The ice wall is falling apart. "Go!" Damon pushes us ahead of him, and we race away from the ice, more sliding and falling down the hill than running. The wall keeps coming apart, until all of it crashes to the ground with one last final boom. The wall is in pieces, standing about half the height it did before.

"And you never stop lying." She tilted her head. "I gave you a chance. You threw it away." I aimed the gun at her, cocking it. "This is over tonight." A sly smile rose up her mouth, "Is it?" The ground beneath my feet groaned. I had no time to move out of the way as the entire building came down. Falling into the Unknown The ground beneath us collapsed. I dangled in mid-air for a second before my body fell onto wreckage. Agony burst in every direction as I rolled blindly in the dark.

But all I felt was the icy satisfaction curling in my chest. I just stood there. Arms crossed. Chin lifted. Let the world see her. The bulldozers roared behind us, loud and merciless. Concrete split apart like bones snapping under pressure. Steel beams groaned, twisted, then collapsed. The sign—her precious “Chloe’s Cosmetic” empire—came crashing down in slow motion, shattering into nothing but dust and ruin. The building was gone. And so was her image. But then… The crowd shifted again. The energy snapped.

“It wasn’t just a projector! It was a trigger! A spicerermony time bomb!” Panic exploded among the elders. Those who once stood tall and dignified now ran in chaos, shouting conflicting orders. “Activate the emergency suppression formation!” “Evacuate everyone from the square!” “It’s too late!” In the chaos, Valerius could only stare out the window at the kingdom he had ruled as it began to collapse. His arrogance was gone. His wisdom useless. He was simply an old man watching his world burn. The tremors intensified. Huge cracks split across the icy council walls, the sound like endless thunder. One of the massive ice statues in the corner shattered, raining shards across the floor.

"He said to tell you that the demolition is almost complete. There’s just one more rotted wall to bring down." He stepped into the room, and as the door clicked shut behind him, I realized that the "Strategic Lilian" was dead. The beast had arrived for his final payment.

“We turned it on as soon as we opened the door.” The ceiling cracked. A piece of stone fell from the far corner and clattered on to the floor in a puff of dust. "Run," I said. We ran. The corridors were disintegrating around us. Dust and debris, and the sound of the mountain deciding it was done holding this place together. There were detachments that hadn’t made it to the vault yet, fleeing beside us, ranks and command structure completely obliterated when all you faced was something that didn’t give a fuck who you were loyal to. Ryker limped on a leg that had no business running, Kent's arm under his shoulder.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.

Frames collapsed. Weapons folded into mangled masses of scrap. One after another, guards crashed to their knees. Bone struck steel. Again. Again. Again. None of them could remain standing beneath the biological pressure. Within seconds, every weapon hit the floor. Every soldier knelt. Disarmed. Defeated. The old tycoon’s face twitched violently. Without oxygen, his breathing became ragged. His throat produced broken wheezing sounds. The authority he had spent an entire lifetime building collapsed before his eyes.