Novel & Cerita World Ender

"No?" "I'm not going to join the enemy's army. Blunder would--" "Blunder is dead,. His men are gone, and his lands now belong to Tilidus. Do you think I'm waging this war on a whim? I need your knowledge to stop the end of the world." "So Blunder was right?" Conrad smirked. "The Cosmic Eclipse is the end of the world. We thought he and your mother were crazy." "Be careful how you speak of my mother in my presence. She's here, in her tent."

Heath was captivated. Heath stayed spellbound throughout the meeting that night. He listened as each Horseman described in captivating detail how he believed the world would end. Each Horseman had a different opinion about the events which would end the reign of humankind on the planet. Yet, they were all in agreement; Earth had one hundred years left to its existence, at best. Mankind would end. The precious and exalted Mother Earth would start over; without human interference. She would remain.

The fallen werewolf with the size of a two-storey building appeared on the training grounds of Arginieth where the portal to the dark world was still open. The fallen vampire with humongous wings hovered over Phantoria. I had read about the agents of doom in the myth and reality book in Derek’s library. They were the worst of every species that had ever inhabited earth and they were all asleep for years because of celestial interference. But it said that the seventh agent of doom would be the most powerful, so strong that he would lead and command the other six agents and finally end this world on the great day. Is this the great day those books kept talking about? Is this really the end of

“So… just out of curiosity, what happens if you fail inside the Well?” “I won't come back,” I said simply. “And Nytheras wins.” “And the world ends.” He whistled low. “No pressure.” I didn’t answer him. I just looked up at the sky, where the clouds were already beginning to pulse again with that terrible red light. We didn’t have time. We were running straight into the jaws of a god. And I was the only one holding a match.

Jack had seen pieces of it before in Source visions and Genesis Protocol fragments, but never like this. It was not a wall of stone, code, or light. It was made of endings. Millions of them. Billions. Stories folded into barriers. Sacrifices. Lost chances. Abandoned futures. Witnesses converted into collateral. Pain misfiled as structure. Mercy charged interest until it became brick. And beyond it, pressing gently, patiently, infinitely, was hunger. The World Eater did not roar. It did not need to. Its silence was appetite without urgency. It had eaten stars, perhaps universes, perhaps meanings older than stars. It could wait a little longer for a family to make a mistake.

His knuckles turned a bloodless white as he gripped the edge of the terminal desk. "No." "Dante..." "I said f**king no, Bianca! I didn't pull you out of that sinking ship and fight through a thousand clones just to watch you turn yourself into a goddamn battery for a ghost-machine!" "It's not a battery! It's an Anchor! If I don't do it, the world ends! Look at the screens!" On the monitor, a city in the Midwest was burning. The wolves were dragging people from cars. It was chaos. It was the end of everything.

Simply a fact. Aurelion’s eyes hardened. “Why?” The eye blinked. BECAUSE ALL THINGS END. STARS END. Another star vanished. WORLD'S END. A mountain in the distance crumbled. GOD'S END. The sea recoiled. I AM THE END. The words echoed through reality itself. Nobody spoke. Because what answer could there be? How did one fight an ending? The black eye slowly turned. Toward Elara. BUT SHE DID NOT END.

Angels appeared in a variety of guises and, when it came to a certain time, a descendant of angels and demons was born to people, who would sweep all people off the face of the earth . They called him the word Ultima, the last. I looked up at Scott, terrified. It was a good thing he didn't see it! On the very last page there was a list of all the Ultima. It turns out there were an awful lot of them. And there was also a list of angels and archangels approaching the end of the world! And the first were Rahiel and Raphael. I saw Raphael once in my life. And, it seems, he has the same monastery...

However, if you can learn to control it, an Endorian can become a formidable weapon against the Angels and that's where the problem lies. The hair on the back of my neck was prickling. 'Because the Angels will stop at nothing to kill us?' 'Yes, but also because it makes an Endorian a very valuable commodity.' He flicked through some of the pages, until he came to one that was folded inwards. Opening it up, there was a charcoal-tracing of Lucifer, similar to the image that marked the entrance to the wormhole in St. Peter's Tomb.

Time to end this one way or another. ***