Where World Ends Novels & Stories

CLARA Everything goes silent, not like death. Worse, like the world forgets I exist. The pain, the weight, the sound of my own blood—gone. And then I’m falling, not down, not anywhere, just… through something endless and bright. Light surrounds me from every direction, soft and warm, like the air itself is breathing. I don’t have a body or maybe I do, but I don't feel it anymore. I drift and drift until I see her.

It was a **Pulse**. Elara knelt, pressing her palm to the black lilies. Her violet eyes flared. "The Countdown," she whispered. "It’s accelerating. The 'Final Format' has reached the base of the mountains. The world outside is being deleted in real-time." She looked out over the cliff. Beyond their border, the forest was gone. In its place was a vast, terrifying **White Void**. The world was being eaten by a blank screen, and the Iron Mountain was the last island left in a sea of nothingness.

Maybe I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Who knew that I'd be able to see Joey during the last moments of my life? Being able to see her happy was not bad either. It seemed like she had become even happier and content after leaving me. I let out a slow breath. A faint sound echoed in my ears, soon swallowed by the heavy snow. However, the snowflakes were no longer falling on me. Had the snow stopped? My vision darkened again, and I instinctively lifted my head. It was Joey, standing behind me with an umbrella.

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

he said. A couple of snaps resonated from the cage making the creature shape shift into a bird. That instant, the dark energy was no longer visible unless in little parts that came from its mouth. But something built within, I could feel it and in a few seconds it let out, “The world is coming to an end!” “Burn… burn… all districts will be burnt to the grounds and there will be nothing left!” I narrowed my eyes at the shape shifter’s words. “There will be-“

Slowly, from the darkness of the woods, two humans came out walking with nothing in their hands but guns. I don’t know how they use that tool, but I have read in my books that people from Earth mostly use that from killing. I admit I am afraid, and it’s frustrating because I used to be the reason of someone else’s fear. But at the same time, I’m relieved since I think heavens heard again my prayers. I will die! “What a beautiful horse it is.” I shivered upon hearing the lady’s voice and the language she just used. It’s Audravan, the language of Audravarians! Galing ba kami sa iisang mundo?

I'm glad Esmeralda is part of my life and now she'll be the reason why I need to end this once and for all, so I can have all the time on earth with her. She's the life at my dead ends

She was alone, there was no one left but them. “Mommie?” Luca called out again. Her body was lifeless. She laid so still. He knew she was dead, but he could not accept it. ‘How can the only person he had in this world be dead? That was not possible right?’ He thought to himself. His small legs slowly walked forward, his eyes never moving from his mother’s face. “Mommy please, please mommy say something.” He begged for the last time before he reached her in the hope that she would once again blink her eyes and smile at him, but no, his mother's stale eyes stared back at him.

At the thing waiting beyond. Then she answered. "Hours." The mountain fell silent. Hours. Not years. Not months. Hours. The end of the world wasn't approaching. It had already arrived. And then the claw tightened its grip on reality. Something tore. And a second eye opened within the darkness.

The world does not end with fire. Rowan had once believed it would. Believed the old prophecies, the scorched histories, the warnings whispered by dead kings and living ghosts. He had imagined the end would be loud. Violent. Spectacular. Instead, it ends with silence. Not peaceful silence. Not relief. But the kind that follows devastation, when the earth itself seems to be holding its breath, waiting to see if it is allowed to keep spinning. I stand at the edge of the broken terrace where the Coalition once ruled.