Last Man On Earth Book Novels & Stories

The love tucked between the lines was like honey, but it was also torturous, like poison. It had him sobbing one moment, then smiling through tears the next. Suddenly gloomy, suddenly joyful. Those two extremes kept surging through him, and the heart that had gone numb from despair began to burn again. He wondered if this was the last light before everything went dark, or the lighting of the fire that would bring back light? Nelson did not know what kind of ending waited ahead. All he could do was pray. He prayed for the secret thoughts that nineteen-year-old Sinead had recorded in her own script to be the means of his escape from the wreckage.

This had once been the place where our love first took root, but time had passed, and so many things had faded that I could barely remember them anymore. Following June's final wishes, I found a grove of poplar trees and erected a nameless gravestone for her there. Back when we first arrived in the desert, I remembered June making a vow. She said she would one day cover this barren land with greenery and life. And this grove of poplars had been planted by our own hands. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but green. But I no longer had the heart to stay and admire the scenery.

The book opened itself. On the last page there was only one name. In golden writing. Elio. And the voice said: “When Cael is born, Elio becomes your father.”

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.

All of it was over. I drifted toward the sunlight, toward the distance. The warmth fell across me, gentle and steady, without a trace of cold. I felt my body growing transparent, fading into the light, little by little. There was no pain. There was no sadness, only a boundless, quiet peace. I knew I was disappearing, disappearing from a world that had given me nothing but suffering, dissolving into the endless sweep of time. After this, there would be no more Tommy Lawson. No more the boy who had been broken by a behavioral correction camp, failed by his parents' blind conviction, and dragged down by his sister's inability to act.

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

I sighed and stared around his room, he really had a great taste A little hand book on the small table caught my attention, probably a diary I stood up and picked it up then sat back on the bed, I opened the first page and nothing was written on it I turned the second page and a subheading was neatly written. "Låst 5∅ dàys øn êãrth wîth thë çhósén õnê" I turned the remaining pages and nothing was written on it What?! What does he mean by last 50 days on earth with the chosen one? Wait! The chosen one? That was the same thing my mum had said to me, last 50 days on earth?

Dear readers, I would like to send my heartfelt thanks to you for reaching up to this part. As a new writer, I would admit that I am not yet writing things perfectly. In this matter, I would like to hear what you think about the previous chapters. Can I get a comment from you? I would love to read it in the comment section. Likewise, give the previous or the next chapter a gem if you think it deserves it ☺ Thanks in advance! I hope you continue reading and supporting The Last Immortal. Happy reading and have a good day! ❤❤❤

Nothing else could register in her senses as she took in the planetary explosion - the blue and white planet flaring brightly in silence in space. That was her last vision of Earth before the view from her bay window metamorphed into nothing but a sea of stars... -End of Book One-