Will Turner At World's End Novels & Stories

I traced my fingers from his face over to his jawline. " Well, I don't know,” I shrugged. " Maybe since it's going to be settled that I am the only one who can end this. I was thinking the savior should at least get some fun" His eyes locked on mine, taunting me. He moved closer, brushing the strands of wet hair that had cling to my skin backwards. "I see you're being too skeptical about everything happening. Thinking of stuff like this when the world is apparently about to end in the hands of my brother"

A wall of pure, blinding white light was moving toward us, erasing the mountains, the forests, and the sea. "The Auditor was the only thing keeping the Erasure at bay," the clerk said as she vanished. "Now that the system is grounded, the world is being... Reformatted." Xander stood up, pulling me with him. We stood together under the warm tree, watching the end of the world come for us in a wave of perfect, silent white.

Amanda answered absentmindedly. The High Lord daemon was confident that Amanda's answer filled in as a wry response to the Beta's inquiry. In any case, she was correct. Mira and Jazmine were associated with the end of the world, no matter which world they were born into. Two destroyers of the world were at that point in a similar pack. Furthermore, that stressed Stefano as this pack appeared to draw in such qualities.

They were grinning, showing their teeth. "Drop the bow, sweetheart " the big man sneered, taking a step toward me. The metal pipe tapped against the floor with a rhythm. "We've been waiting for someone with a truck to come along. You're going to give us the keys to that truck and then we're going to talk about what you've got." My blood ran completely cold. The dead infected outside were predictable, but humans, humans in the first hours of the end of the world, were completely unpredictable.

“It is not forgiveness. It is simply that I no longer want anything to do with you.” I pressed the button on my wheelchair, backing up half a step. “Mr. Benson, Mr. York, regarding our business partnership, a designated representative will handle the follow-up with you. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave.” With that, I turned my wheelchair around and began moving toward the door. As I passed Tyler, he suddenly grabbed the armrest of my wheelchair. “Nora! Don’t go, please don’t go!” His face was stained with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Eli wrapped his arms around both of them. Kael stood beside them. The ancient father watched in disbelief. “No.” The mother-maker began crying. “It is ending.” Evelyn looked at her. “What is?” “The first world.” The ancient father shook his head. “If it ends, everything connected to it ends.” Evelyn looked at the fading worlds. “Then let it end.” The father stared at her. “You would allow billions of lives to disappear?” Evelyn's voice softened. “They already lived.” “But they can return.”

In its place was a vast circular opening. Beyond it was nothing. Then something appeared inside the opening. An eye. Enormous. Ancient. Watching. Emily felt Aria grab her hand. “That isn't the First Father.” “No.” “It isn't the Father.” “No.” “It isn't the Keeper.” “No.” Emily's voice dropped. “Then what is it?” Elias looked upward. “The End.” The word seemed impossible. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something beyond both. The End looked down upon the First World.

Damian exhaled through his nose, but his hand didn’t leave the weapon. “We don’t have long,” he said, lower now, faster. “If they get you intact, this isn’t a collapse anymore. It’s managed. They stabilize the strain using what’s in your blood and release a version that kills or converts exactly how they design it to. Controlled extinction instead of chaos. That’s worse, not better.” “I won’t be taken.”

~ Heath ~ “Alpha?” “Do it now!” My command is heavy with my alpha aura, leaving Dane with no choice but to obey. Would it be kinder to shoot them…perhaps…but the werewolf world cannot rebuild if there are no werewolves left. The ominous thud of the electricity lever being turned on resonates within my chest, as one by one my once obedient pack members drop down to the ground. The smell of burning flesh spreading around us, their bodies writhing on the ground in pain.

The sight of piled-up bodies, the dead, metallic smell of blood from her past life, came rushing back to Christy, and goosebumps spread all over her body. "No, no, no," Christy muttered under her breath. "But why? People need to know, Shedrack." She gripped his hands with her trembling ones. Shedrack was shocked at her reaction; she looked so confused and scared out of her wits. "People are going to die. A lot of people, even before the main apocalypse comes." "You mean the end of the world? Is this related to the end of the world?" Shedrack asked, his hands gripping tightly onto Christy's.