World Without End Follett Novel Novels & Stories

Ferris laughed and said, "You ants can't possibly understand the greatness of divinity. The King of the End represents the great end of times. Our world has been in chaos for too long. Everyone is blinded by greed, holding back at nothing to get what they want without any faith in the world. The descent of the King of the End will turn the world into a faithful, orderly world. Everyone will believe in the same thing, and conflict will not exist. The world would become incredibly peaceful, and everyone would have happy lives. Isn't that a good thing?" Everyone was stunned, unable to understand what Ferris was saying. Wilbur frowned slightly before he said, "We don't need gods from other world

I will have to find a way to get out of the warehouse along with John, leaving Adriano and his men inside. "Tomorrow I will make you suffer. This is the 'beginning of the end' for you Adriano." I inhaled. ~~ end of flashback. The downpour stopped, leaving me and John completely drenched in rain. I cannot believe that we are still alive. We both dragged ourselves as far as possible, from the warehouse, towards the main huge iron door, because walking was impossible with broken bones of the feet and then I took a deep breath and finally removed the necklace from around my neck.

He kept saying he was too busy with work and had no time. Now it seemed he simply did not want to go travelling with me. I rubbed my aching wound, my tears flowing freely. The next day, I left the hospital and went home to pack up my stuff, only to find my belongings utterly trashed. Everything I owned had been tossed out of my closet, and replaced with things I had never seen before. My makeup had been thrown into a corner, and I found my other items in a trash heap on the balcony. I hoped to tough it through the remaining few days, but Cyrus returned that very night… with Serena in tow.

Suddenly, a red sports car gunned straight for me. The crowd panicked and scattered. Through the windshield, I saw Angela's twisted face. She screamed, "Maisie Barton, go to hell!" I was sent flying before hitting something hard. Then, I slammed into the pavement. Right before I blacked out, I saw Caleb sprinting toward me, his eyes bloodshot. … When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the hospital with an arm and leg wrapped in bandages. Caleb sat beside me, looking like he'd pulled several all-nighters. He looked exhausted.

I just let him do it I don’t know how to explain it but I am comfortable with it Here we are inside the bookstore. I am just following North wherever he goes, then he suddenly stopped on a book section; it is the psychological book section He didn’t let go my hand while looking at the book. He started looking each of them; he might be looking for something. “The books, do they have differences?” I asked “Yes, a lot. There are books that are detailed and has a certain topic of research and that is the book that I am searching” I nodded repeatedly, because he didn’t let go my hand I started looking at the books. The problem is I started to feel headache when I looked at it

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?

And she almost saved me from the luck that, in the end, fell on me and that despite everything, she has now brought me to this confession, when I finally look at the face of death. I assure you, true death is not only the end of life, it is the end of everything; I can talk about it now that I look at the voracious void. Nothing awaits us beyond the threshold of life, other than an eternity of infinite oblivion. It is strange, it is as if this world were a mere story where its author arcs names from a notebook to kill characters that are no longer necessary. ♦ ♦ ♦

ELIZABETH: The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.

"The world that almost survived." The beautiful city suddenly trembled. A single page drifted through the air. Someone caught it. Read it. Then vanished. Another person disappeared. Then another. Buildings faded like mist. The silver trees turned black. Within seconds... The magnificent city no longer existed. Only empty ruins remained. The older Adrian closed his eyes. "We won." He opened them again. "But we forgot one thing." "What?" "The Author cannot protect a world..." "...whose people stop protecting the truth." The vision vanished.

That dimension in one year no longer exists, in that world where everything was reduced to rubble, a storm took over that world that was covered in darkness, without heat, without light. In which she was taken over by the disgrace that everyone saw around her, a destroyed, decadent world that plunged at the end of the world into a hell on earth.