Wow A Dying World Novels & Stories

He continued. "I'm Rowena, the second eldest." The old woman introduced herself. "And I am Dorothy, the third eldest." The other old man with white curly hair said. "It's an honor to meet you, elders." I bowed again. "It's an honor to meet you too, princess Nemiah. You even came from another world just to fulfill the prophecy. We have seen your sacrifices and we appreciate your perseverance. But don't worry, this chaos will finally come to an end and you'll be able to go back to your real world." The first elder seemed to know a lot about me. I was astounded, unable to respond.

One of the villains pinned him with shadow tendrils. Mike shouted, “James, duck!” He pressed a button. The drone shot upward, releasing a shockwave of blue light that exploded outward. The villains staggered back, their forms glitching. James rolled away, chest heaving. “Mike! That thing is crazy!” Mike smirked. “Thank me later.” Clara watched all of them fighting, helping, and risking themselves. For her. Something inside her tightened. The tallest villain steadied himself and pointed directly at Clara. “We smell your blood, child of the old time. Your power will awaken soon… and when it does…”

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

Three days after the light died, Florence smelled like rain again. The city’s power returned in uneven surges, bulbs buzzing to life in apartments that had been dark for weeks. Alessandro watched the streets from the balcony of what was left of their building, a chipped mug of coffee in his hands, its steam curling into the damp morning. The world had not ended. It had simply gone quiet. Emergency broadcasts crackled on the radio, reporting that global networks were back online under a temporary council. People called it The Wake, as if the planet itself was grieving a god.

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

“- And it's not in Wabrook alone. There have been reports all over the world. In Kinsyew and Qazax and even, Ryilop, too.” “My adopted brother's son died last week - brain detonation! It was a rude shock.” “This world is turning into something else. We better prepare ourselves for worse situations cause it looks like the world is coming to an end. Even hospitals are getting crammed with patients, morgues with corpses, and perhaps, hell, too.” “- And heaven. I can imagine the angels contending for space to rest after their mansions have been occupied by some undeserving bitches after massaging them all day!” an hearty chuckle followed.

It was just as I'd expected. Although their product looked very similar to my design back then, it was made with inferior products, and there was no doubt that it would get damaged with just a few uses. With that in mind, I decided that I couldn't care less and perfunctorily praised his ingenuity. Gianna beamed proudly. Then, she told Shane to give me a demonstration of their tech product. The machine flew into the air and began to dance and circle above our heads. Gianna was just about to say something when it suddenly lost control and flew toward the hanging lamp right above her head.

The latter might be impossible because the hideous creatures completely take over the whole surface water right now. So much for a peaceful death. Goodbye world, thank you for everything. (I bet that guy who died will be disappointed at me when I meet him there.) ..... ..... ..... ... Like hell, this is my end! Dying from drowning!? A peaceful death!? Don't mock me, World! My legendary story doesn't end here! If chances of surviving down here are low as long it isn't zero I'll survive! No, even if it's zero no, I'll struggle to the bitter end!

Where do humans go when they die? There exists another world, almost parallel to the human realm, known by its inhabitants, for lack of agreement on any other name, as the Otherworld. In this world exists many fantastical things, gods, and creatures of legend. Humans are reborn into this world when they die. If they were old when they passed they return to their youth, and if they were sickly they are healed, regardless of where they get sent. Humans who come to the Otherworld this way are called "Reborn"

"Billions." No one breathed. No one moved. Billions of souls. Released at once. The dead returning. Not alive. Not gone. Something in between. Hunter looked sick. "The world would never survive that." "No." Chaos' answer came instantly. "It wouldn't." The crack in the window expanded. Silver energy leaked from it. Like blood from a wound. Chaos looked toward the center of the realm. Toward whatever was waiting for us. His voice became barely above a whisper.