World Ender Novels & Stories

His clenched fists finally relaxed, and he turned to the door before walking out. Everything Zach had depended on these past few days had finally collapsed, leaving nothing but ruins behind. Wade watched Zach leave, saying nothing other than hugging the urn even tighter. I looked at my hands. They were starting to fade at the edges. Wade's tears fell on the urn, and I could somehow feel the warmth. I floated to his ear and whispered, "Bury me under that tree by the door, Wade. I'll stay with you. So… Don't be sad anymore, okay?"

They had all been preparing her to answer one question. Would she choose control or freedom? The countdown appeared again. 22:59:02. Elara looked at the number. “We're running out of time.” The silver-eyed creator smiled. “Exactly.” “What happens when it reaches zero?” “The fifth world opens permanently.” “And the four worlds?” “They separate.” “And the people?” “They die.” Elias stepped forward. “Then we'll stop it.” The creator laughed. “You cannot.” Elara looked at him. “You keep underestimating me.”

Daddy is one of eight Enders in existence. I will say as far as they went, he wasn’t the worst. The things that he destroyed or took to his realm to punish deserved it for lack of a better term. The things he brought back to Ethos or sent to another world, rather than killed were beings he felt worthy to save. Luferine only keeps the rarest and most powerful of creatures in his keep. There was a point and time I wondered about being one of them, the rarest and most powerful. Wishful thinking. Not because I wanted to be a slave, but because I hoped that I would become strong enough to free myself.

"Where is it?" Sama Arthur stared back at him, a horrific, awful realization dawning. "I don't know. But I know the 'World Ender' they talk about. it's not a child. It's somewhere. A place of great power, a place where the cycle is supposed to end. And they're bringing Leiran there. to be slaughtered."

This was the Chamber of the Final Formatting, the terminal server of the Twenty-Seventh Cycle, where the High Council of the West had stored the End of the World. I stood upon a floor of Zero-Point Energy, a surface that didn't just support my weight but Deleted it. The air was gone, replaced by a High-Frequency Hum that bypassed my ears and went directly to my Ancestral Core—the sound of every soul in the Five Continents being prepared for a Factory Reset. My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare; it had become a Steady, Analytical Pillar, its emerald-crimson edges being "Administrative-Capped" by the void into a blinding, clinical white.

“Whoever anchors the seal, you will not die. But you will be… altered.” “Define altered,” Dax demanded. “You will exist between worlds,” Eryndor replied. “You will be bound to me. A true living lock.” Aria swallowed hard. “Forever?” Eryndor hesitated. “No,” it said softly. “Until the cycle ends.” A cold realization formed in Aria’s head. “The cycle ends when the prophecy does,” she whispered. “Yes.” “And the prophecy ends when—” “When Sovereign blood no longer carries the burden alone,” Eryndor finished.

They mean nothing but my toys that I can play with when I’m bored or want to have fun. “But---” “Oohh, my best friend is really heartless. You heard that boys, right? You can go now so we can eat peacefully,” Jaira said. The guys walked out without taking the gifts that they gave for me. I looked at Jaira, “You can have them, if you want.”

I sincerely uttered. I felt tears flowing down my gray, upturned eyes as she hugged me back. Mary, my foster mother, sprang to mind immediately. She was undoubtedly worried now and looking for me all over the place. But the problem is not just about the fact that I did not want to go back yet, because according to Professor McLaren, it will be hard for me to go back to the human world. The path they knew was dangerous to begin with, and knowing that I am just a mere human, it would be risky for me to walk through it.

"We turned Earth into the Crossroads of the Multiverse. Every failed timeline will now look to us for a second chance." Kael stood among the ruins and the new growth, with Elara beside him. He felt the presence of a billion Echoes starting to knock at the door of their reality. As the first Refugees from a third timeline-a world of water and wings-began to descend, a massive, obsidian shadow passed over the sun. It wasn't an Echo. It was the original Star-Caller Flagship, the World-Ender, and it hadn't come to harvest. It was sending out a single, panicked message: "The Origin-Architect has awakened. He is coming to delete all the mistakes-including us."

I smiled, assuming it would be just as funny to me. "I'm realizing that your parents were last-dayers," she laughed. "Last-dayers?" The steam on the mirror and glass surfaces was thinning as the water became colder but our bodies kept the other warm. "Wolves who store up things and burrow holes in the ground to stay in when the world explodes." I chuckled. "The world explodes? Is that how the world will end in Sun Wolf world?" I laughed. "Well, we were told that the stars will fall out of the sky and everything will explode. Makes the whole hoarding and hole digging useless doesn't it?"