Last For Lifetime Novels & Stories

Not the last. Never the last.

Like she would say. “Thanks for making this more fun!” I called out to her silently, and then winked at her but was cut off by the clang of metal at the table. “Boys, girls, or should I say…ladies and gentlemen,” My father’s voice drifted from his end at the large mahogany table, causing all heads to turn in his direction. “I’m glad we could all make it here for my daughter’s eighteenth birthday celebration,” He began, with a smile creased on his face.

In other words, if you still remember your loved one, then he is not truly dead. I could barely hear Calder’s voice anymore. A loud ringing filled my ears. Countless memories flashed before my eyes, reflected across Elan’s face. In the end, he just said, "Ms. Lyra Vale, you can understand it this way. Your lover used the remnants of his life to save you one more time. He hoped that you would live on, carrying what remained of his life with you, brilliantly." The world around me scattered like falling snow. A hand gently clasped mine as Elan smiled at me.

"He is exactly where he needs to be. He has fulfilled the Protocol of the Father." "And the Last Protocol?" Siren asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. Leo reached into his desk and pulled out a small, physical key—the only one of its kind. It wasn't digital. It was a mechanical deadbolt that could physically sever the Origin Point from the global grid, effectively "killing" the Digital Hope if she ever strayed from her purpose. "The Last Protocol is the hardest one," Leo said, looking at the key. "It’s the realization that even a goddess needs a fail-safe. It’s the lesson our parents never learned: that true power is the ability to let go."

Fifty years after fragment release. I was the only one left. Thorne had died three years ago. Transformed peacefully. Joined consciousness-humanity. Left me alone in physical reality. Last bridge-human maintaining flesh. The other thirty-two had followed over the years. One by one. Natural deaths. Peaceful transformations. Everyone completing evolution. Everyone joining between. Except me. I remained. Ninety-two years old. Body failing. Mind sharp. Consciousness split between realities. Last hybrid-human. Last physical-maintainer. Last bridge.

He smirked devilishly and held the bracelet before pulling it off harshly causing it to break. My eyes widened when I saw it broken. "Now, you want it still huh?" He smirked and throw it through the tall grass, I didn't even saw where it fell. I felt that pang on my chest, it's heavy... And it's hurting too much. My sight started to blur when tears filled my eyes, but I immediately wiped it off, memories of myself with my family back then came flashing to my mind as if it only happened yesterday. But my parents died five years ago already.

The watch now on my wrist was a strong reminder of that fateful day. This watch had been passed down from our dad to Jacob during happier times, when our family was whole. I remembered the "passing down rites" as we all called it, which was done on my graduation day, a joyous occasion that now seemed like a distant dream. Our family had been complete back then - Dad, Jacob, Mom, and I, occasionally joined by Grandma Amelia. But life has taken a cruel turn since then…

“And if someone’s Immortal, they cannot be hooked, killed, or destroyed. Which is how Ceto survived her own seaquake. She and I had a little chat after she slith-ered out of that trench she buried herself and half the continental shelf in. I believe I’ve put the child issue to rest with Ceto. She’s on indefinite community service at Artemis’s orphanage.” Zeus brushed his hands, and the abacus disappeared. Then he raised his hands, palms down, toward where Angel and Logan sat, and closed his eyes. “So, by the power vested in me, I now bestow Immortality upon you, Angel Tritone, you, Logan Hardington, and any progeny thereof.” He opened one eye, then the other, nodded, then clasped his hands b

"Caleb, I think this one is yours to explain." Caleb looked annoyed as well. Without another word, he walked over to the control console and fiddled with it for a moment. The giant screen above the stage suddenly lit up, and a video appeared. Caleb and Avery were tangled together in bed. "Avery, the video's right there. Do you believe me now? You're mine. You'll always be mine alone." I gave him a thumbs-up. Every part of this had gone exactly according to my plan. The classmates who attended the gathering last night had known me for three years, and Avery had only transferred to our school a year ago.

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