Future Last Breath Novels & Stories

With every breath, my vision darkens and blurs. I can feel it now. Death is slowly calling me. Their voices grow distant and fading. The last thing I hear is Gabriel and Holly crying and calling my name. A tear rolls down my cheeks as I realize I won't be able to protect them. “I'm…. I'm sorry….” I struggle to say. And then, everything goes black as I fall. And I don’t get back up after taking my last breath.

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

From hunger. The soul he was about to trade had never been his to begin with. He pressed the edge of his claw to his tongue. Bit. Bled again. “Lael ith os murn. I am the last flame. I am the spine of the beast. I give. Take me.” The ground groaned. The altar split down the middle. And from the wound in the earth came not fire—but breath. Old breath. The kind that smelled like burnt roots and forgotten names. The kind of breath that remembered the First Pact and had waited too long to be worshipped again.

Debbie shrieked, squeezing his neck even tighter, "I tried to drown you before, and I can do it again, but this time I swear this will be your last!" Debbie put her hand harder against his neck, pressing it, sending more pain and struggles in him. As his grandmother's gaze focused on him, he forced his quivering weak hands to raise. The searing sensation in his throat is rising to his head, squeezing out every drop of air from his lungs; all he could do was breathe under strain, and he knew that every second of his life now matters. Zackary's eyes are closing slowly, yet he is determined to live no matter what.

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“Um… they are understandable. However, if that was indeed the case, I must tell you that you will need medical help elsewhere. I will not continue to cure you.” His voice changed again. “If the bleeding wasn’t deliberately induced, then, of course, I will do everything in my power to better assist you.” His eyes were grave suddenly and shot with sympathy. “Although you must understand that in many cases, nature will find a way, despite all our efforts, and I’m sorry to tell you that you must accept that this may be the outcome.” Totally stunned, Cheryl kept staring at him. What was this man saying? She didn’t understand. She licked her dry lips, the air as tight as steel bands hurting her lu

Let the phoenix rise from the ashes of Fae and the true ruler to emerge Gemma moaned in pain as the shouting and Max’s begging for her to come back to him started to fade; hearing her mothers cry in her head, Gemma closed her eyes; her body becoming lax as she took her final breath, the light fading as she closed her eyes for the last time