Will Turner At World's End Novels & Stories

I broke down and wept miserably. It took quite some time before I managed to rein in my emotions and tell Shania all about how Lucille had reached out to me, the conversation we'd had, and my tentative plan for the future. After she heard my plan, Shania's indignation was replaced by shock. She gave me a thumbs-up and exclaimed, "I shouldn't have expected any less from you, Penny! You've got a sharp mind and an even stronger heart to boot! Just thinking about it is exhilarating! The shameless couple will get what they deserve!"

So I turned into I. Vanessa clenched her jaw. “They are rewriting reality.” I whispered, “Then how can we forestall them?” Vanessa grew to become to me, her expression unreadable. “You don’t.” The Final Enemy Has Arrived The Harbingers had seen us. And now? They had been unmaking the universe. My telecel smartphone buzzed. An unmarried message. Unknown: “Your global is already gone.” I smirked. Me: “Not if we rewrite the ending.”

"Azure will return. His death was unnatural, and that which is unnatural can be reversed." Thomas finally spoke, his voice rough. "And if we fail?" I smiled, a slow, macabre curve of my lips. "Then we burn the world with us."

I asked, "Have you heard of people biting the hand that feeds them? Do you think I'll save you a second time after being bitten once?" She stared at me in horror, like I was a monster. "You've been lying to me this whole time!" I smiled and said, "Congratulations on guessing correctly! You love lying to people, so it's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. Isn't it nice?" Wanda screamed in rage. Then, she choked to death as blood gurgled in her throat. She stared at me in horror and disbelief as she died. I'd had the same look on my face when dying in my past life. Now, I'd gotten back at her for everything she did to me. She'd repaid the debt she owed me.

Sikandar turned away, not wanting others to see him breaking down, “But it doesn’t matter. The world will end once that comet hits us.” Javed, Asif and Suleiman looked at each other, unsure how to get Sikandar out of his slump.

They looked broken, half-dead in the rain. Good thing I brought them home. That's what saved them. They stored energy, slept for years, kept evolving in this twisted timeline—and produced an even stronger next generation. They hid the glitches. To everyone else, they were just regular house cats. Until the apocalypse hit. Their powers rebooted. Same game. Different round. I'd barely finished processing that when noise flared outside. "Where are those cats? Hand them over!" Alan stood there with a crowd behind him. Three massive crocodiles sprawled at his feet.

“They’re my children.” The man looked at him. “And that is precisely the problem.” He raised one hand. Every flame in the kingdom disappeared. Lucian froze. Amara’s darkness vanished too. Aethon couldn’t move. Azrael fell to his knees. Even the First King trembled. Lucian stared at his empty hands. “What are you?” The stranger answered quietly. “I am the End.” The words echoed through every world. Eve appeared behind them, terrified. “The End…” Lucian looked at her.

“Then what is it?” Lucian turned. “Old. Something older than her. Something that built the prophecy in the first place.” Finn stepped in front of Fia. “You’re not touching her,” he said. Lucian’s eyes snapped to him. “This isn’t about touching anyone, kid. This is about the end of the world.” “I don’t care!” Finn shouted. “She’s my sister!” The runes flared again. “THE DESTROYER WILL RISE.” “ALL WORLDS WILL FALL.”

I said as I gave Timmy a cold glare. "Security! Get him out of here and teach him a lesson!" The owner raised his hand and ordered the security team. "Claude! If it weren't for Ms. Weaver taking a liking to you, you would have been sweeping the streets and picking up trash long ago! Do you really think you're so hot?! You're just trash that Jessica threw out! One day, Ms. Weaver will drive you away, too!" Timmy continued cursing at me as several burly men dragged him away forcefully.

His ponytail came undone, the black strands slowly bleaching to a stark white. His features sharpened, his complexion grew fair, and his brown eyes melted into pools of molten gold. He was the Revered One once more. Cracking his neck, he stared at the ruins, a snarl twisting his beautiful features. "That brat… he actually managed to wound my other form. And…" He was angry, ready to send a cloud of Khaos over Mars and Mira but then he coughed up a splatter of black blood. The sphere had been taken, the one thing he had been working on for so long, just taken so easily.