Tag "Open ending" - Works and Original stories

"Why do I make mistakes for the second time?"

Maybe someone will still believe Horton and still be on his side?

It was only after four months of their relationship that Rampo began to notice that Dazai was different from what he had been before. It was as if he had been replaced...

Vadim and Yarik are on their way to a date, but someone just can't wait for the right moment...

Kris knows the truth no one else sees: the Dark World never ended. The Soul in his chest whispers "Proceed" and watches everything freeze. Noelle still smiles, thanks him, believes it was just a dream. But he can’t lie anymore. Not when the splinter of ice slides onto her finger. Not when black veins bloom like frost under her skin. Not when the light in her eyes simply… goes out. In empty church halls, two children walk a path no one follows.

Katara travels to the Fire Nation on a diplomatic mission on behalf of Aang. At least, that's what she tells herself. In truth, she is searching for the answer to a question — does she herself, Katara, still exist? And Zuko was the first to answer: yes.

Vergilius is forced to stay and apprehend dangerous enemies who are already on their way. Dante and the sinners are already at the end of their journey, and Charon is with them, she is forced to go with the Sinners since it was dangerous to leave her alone on the bus.

Dante and the Sinners are on a mission in La Manchaland. Meanwhile, Vergilius and Charon are sitting in Mephistopheles. They have a brief conversation about where they would like to go with the Sinners in the future.

The Ring whispers, promising power and dominion, but it drains the soul and warps thoughts. Frodo Baggins feels the Ring's darkness squeezing his heart: with every step towards Mount Doom, remembering his purpose grows harder. Melinora Farrow, a Hobbitess from the Shire, becomes his anchor. Her voice, her hand, and her faith in good keep Frodo from the brink. Will they reach the end – or will darkness consume them first? The path to Mount Doom is a test of will and friendship.

Her life is chaos. Pain is the only thing keeping her afloat. And when something living breaks into that slow collapse, only one question remains: is it salvation, or just another way to destroy herself?

He fell in love with her at first sight…

"Burn it. So that no one will ever again be able to create a flame alchemist." Riza stands by the half-open window. The light curtains lift and swell in the draft, as if breathing. From the garden drifts the heavy, humid scent of summer and the fresh smell of cut grass. Roy can’t see Riza’s face, but he can hear the fear in her voice. Her elegant back is bare, her arms are crossed over her shoulders, fingers clutching her thin skin, kneading it in restless anticipation.

Alphen's phenomenon raised many questions. In particular, if he felt no pain, was he also deprived of pleasure?

Spending time among elderly men, elegant ladies, and wealthy elites did little to flatter Elian—even if the gathering was held in his honor. An award for his modest—or perhaps not so modest—person. So when a message from his boyfriend arrives, he leaves without hesitation, driven by feeling, a pounding heart, and trembling anticipation in his fingers. His rule of “always keep a cool head” fades the moment he gets into a taxi and gives the hotel address.

I was going to write a letter. A letter about how those brief encounters with him after university had become so important to me, how I needed to drink his coffee. I couldn't imagine my days without it. As selfish as it might sound, I wanted to spend time with him every day. However, the news that he had suddenly disappeared shocked me. I promised myself I would find out where he was.

“Do you enjoy playing?” A simple question with a chilling answer. Kris knows the Soul is a parasite, a puppet master carving a path through the ice. But when the game begins to reflect the darkest memories of yesterday, the line between reality and the screen shatters. In the heart of a frozen labyrinth, Noelle is waiting. And the snow is already starting to fall.

From early childhood, she was taught to obey, to comply. Her will was broken and her spirit turned inside out. Captain Levi Ackerman of the Scout Regiment buys the broken and submissive Mikasa, hoping she will add some variety to his dull evenings.

Tom Riddle is young, brilliant, and gifted—utterly convinced that he is the finest student Hogwarts has ever seen. Yet the true darkness has not yet taken root; for now, he is merely an unloved and arrogant youth, carefully veiling his disdain for those around him. The arrival of a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor changes everything. An aristocratic young woman of exotic beauty, raised in the distant East, she comes shrouded in mystery and whispered secrets. First love, first blood…

Teenage omega Finn Earl moves with his drug-addicted mother from their cramped New York apartment to the country estate of her former client and friend, the aging alpha billionaire Ogden S. Osborne, to live and work. The boy dreams of becoming an anthropologist, like his alpha father, who studies a tribe known as the "Cruel People." Surrounded by wealth, power, and luxury, the young man finds much that is mysterious and far more dangerous than the members of a wild tribe.

From all corners of Philos, beautiful ladies flock to Sindersfell, each dreaming of winning Crown Prince Xavier’s heart and claiming the throne. Aurora Vale, a young lady from the Southern lands, has no talent for flirting, despises dresses and firmly believes that the best argument is a weapon, in which she is a master. In this dance of petals, she is the sharp thorn capable of pricking the future king himself.

Mikasa doesn’t believe in God. She never has. Church, for her, has always been a chore—something her mother forces on her, a ritual of guilt and incense that she endures only for the occasional bribe, like concert tickets or a rare moment of peace at home. But this time is different.

While everyone else stayed warm in their homes celebrating Christmas, he wandered through the empty streets, clinging to life. And the only thing guiding him through the cold and the pain was that strange scent of lemon concentrate...

Kokichi only decided to keep Korekiyo company as they watched autumn blossom and fade away at the same time.