World Ender Novels & Stories

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.

TIME: 03:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 0 BORDER - "THE ASH LANDS." STATUS: EXILE. The world ended at the edge of Sector 9. Beyond the rusted razor-wire fence lay Sector 0, a graveyard of the Old World. It wasn't a city anymore; it was a skeleton. Collapsed skyscrapers jutted out of the toxic fog like broken ribs. The ground was covered in a thick layer of grey ash that swirled in the wind, coating everything in a ghostly pallor.

"Only you would resent Angela for stealing me away!" I shut my mouth, realizing that sometimes, talking to certain people was pointless. In the end, it was on the Seaway Bridge where we found Angela, crying so hard she could barely breathe. The three police officers nearby looked relieved to hand this problem over to Jacob. When she saw me, she clutched at Jacob and sobbed even harder. He glared at me and snarled, "You pushed her to the brink—are you happy now? How can a woman as vicious as you exist in this world?"

One month ago. That was exactly when I had been injured and burning with fever, and he had disappeared completely. My breathing faltered. My mind went blank. My fingers trembled so violently that I could barely hold the communicator. So he had already been with Seraphine. He was not asking for my consent. He was informing me. In his vision of the future, I had never been included. The communicator vibrated again, pulling me back. It was Eryndor Valerius, my teacher from the Obsidian Pack, the Holy Healer.

Debris battered her—logs, stones—leaving bruises that bloomed like dark flowers across her ribs and hips. Finally, the current weakened, depositing her onto a gravelly bank lined with twisted, leafless trees. Lyra crawled from the shallows, coughing up water that tasted of earth and blood. Her body trembled, every muscle screaming as she collapsed face-down in the mud. The Dead Lands. She'd heard the pack's elders whisper of this forsaken stretch—barren soil poisoned by ancient curses, where no wolf tread without madness creeping in. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of decay and something sharper, like ozone before a lightning strike.

YOU REFUSED TO LET THINGS DIE. The words struck like thunder across the network. The First Human flinched. The Witness flinched. Marcus Voss flinched. Because every single one of them had done exactly that. They had tried to defeat death, tried to preserve their own existence, and tried to hold on past their time. And each selfish attempt had weakened the structural integrity of reality itself. The End took another step closer. Earth trembled violently, and the fracture widened to a yawning chasm. For the first time, Ava realized the terrible, objective truth: The End wasn't here to destroy the universe. It was here to fix it.

--- The System confirms: the World End Pavilion is a relevant actor. The System has information on this organization. The System has been waiting for the appropriate moment to disclose it. The System believes this is the appropriate moment. The World End Pavilion's true goal is not domination or resource acquisition. Their true goal is: finding the carrier. They have been looking for the Void Lineage for two hundred years. They believe the carrier is the only entity capable of communicating with the original function of the Overseer. They are not enemies. They are, however, extremely pushy about their agenda.

If he wasn’t killed or has gotten sick to death, there’s still a possibility for him to be alive since we are capable of living for a maximum of five thousand years. This world where I belong is called Audravaria. It is divided into two kingdoms—the Oqazia that composes of white magicians called Oqans, and Crarene, the kingdom of dark magicians called as Cranes. All of us, in general, are called Audravarians. The other creatures in the three remaining worlds are considered as ‘lower beings’. Audravarians are the highest ones, for we have the longest lives and the strongest powers.

Nothing to show for two centuries of life; the lands that I once claimed as my own, the people who showed fidelity to me, all already forgotten. And the only thing I can hope for now is an ignominious end and an eternity in that twilight world of the realm of the dead, caught between the worlds of eternal rest and glorious life, unable to exist in either of them, both torturingly out of reach. . An eternity of torment. An eternity of damnation.

As she rested her chin on her knees, Layla traced Aria with her eyes till she couldn’t see her anymore. She began to observe the day fade as the narrow coastal street quietened down for the night as people entered their weathered homes to join their families. Overgrown gardens softly glowed under the old streetlights, and the evening stillness gave her a sense of comfort. The world could finally breathe, and just for now, everything felt okay. Struck with a realisation, Layla sprung up and jumped onto her bed screaming into her pillow with excitement. She turned and faced the white ceiling.