Where World Ends Novels & Stories

Ronan's POV The world is ending, and I am standing in the middle of it. Not metaphorically. The ground beneath Red Creek's battlefield continues to tear itself open in long, irregular chasms that appear without warning and swallow whatever is standing above them without distinction. Enemy wolf, Lancaster warrior, contested ground, it does not matter. The earth has stopped caring which side anything belongs to.

The sanctuary grew still. The floating memories above them flickered. Ancient worlds appeared. Worlds they had already seen. Worlds that had fallen. Worlds consumed by darkness. Worlds erased. Then more appeared. Hundreds. Thousands. Millions. The images stretched endlessly. A vast graveyard of forgotten civilizations. The scale was horrifying. Orion pointed toward them. "The End doesn't destroy worlds immediately." The memories shifted. Showing civilizations thriving. Growing. Prospering. Then changing. Slowly. Subtly.

But he would not forget what she had said about the end of the world: - Memorable, I want to share with you my dreams. I often imagine the perfect end of the world when I sit with you in my arms on a sandy beach. I see a huge explosion of the sun wave destroying the ocean and nearby land shores. We dissolve in the radiant light and return home to God, where there are waiting for us beloved people, endless gardens, rivers and wonders of unearthly life. - Sophia, Beautiful ending. - Memorable, I would say – a beautiful beginning!

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

Outside, wind moved through the garden. The door did not open. The mountain remained quiet. The Hall stood without a throne. And beneath a sky large enough for dragons, wolves, vampires, humans, witches, hybrids, and people who needed no category at all, the world continued. Not obedient. Not perfect. Not finished. Free enough to choose what came next. And for Emmy— that was enough. THE END

the woman before him answers pleasingly “The moon goddess!” Mckenny froze on his spot. Very few have encountered her and lived to tell the story. Mckenny looked around and just like the books he had read, the environment was just like they said. “The end of the world” they had described it. He looks over to his shoulder trying hard to make a good description out of the place he was but no words could come to mind. He did not feel dead or alive, indeed he was between two worlds.

Let's go eat before the food gets cold“ *screen zooms at the very last page of the bool* A book is not just a piece of paper. It is a whole new world. A different dimension. A teacher that would show you things and teach you. A friend that would comfort you and save you. A vehicle that would bring you to a far far away land without even moving from where you are. Just like a journey filled with thousands of different car. Going to various of places that is very far. Is it a world just like what we have now? Is it a world filled with monsters and enemy? Or perhaps a fantasy world filled with creatures that you can never see in your everyday life? No one would know unless they find it for th

This is what heaven is: Him I can feel him getting close as he begins to push harder. I start the climb to my own release. Before I topple over the edge, he goes. His grunts and growls and the amour of time he empties himself into me let me know he enjoyed himself. He collapses next to me, both of us breathing heavily. “That was…” he whispers into the darkness. “Yup.” I whisper back. That’s the closest I’ve ever come to an orgasim in my life.

“Something else woke with her. We have to move. Now.” As they fled the collapsing ruin, the wind screamed and the flame whispered behind them: The world ends in fire... or in the hand that dares hold it.

"It's just… flying that far is gonna take forever. What if we die from the heat before we even get there?" I sighed. "Forget it. Maybe I should just call Raven and try to work with her." Before Blazewing could answer, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Her voice came sharp and mocking. "What, can't handle the heat anymore? Finally coming to beg me?" I quickly explained, "The temperature's rising all over the world. The glaciers at the South Pole are probably gone by now. You've seen how much it's been raining lately." "So what? What's that got to do with me?" she shot back, totally indifferent.