Last Of Mohicans Book Novels & Stories

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. Delta State to be precise. His writing includes essays, poetry and short stories. He likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria. The University of Port-Harcourt is where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. The Last Full Moon is his third book and his third attempt to explore the beautiful world of a novelist.

He had spent one book full of writing about his experience ever since he moved in this world, even when he was in the mausoleum. He didn’t think it would take at least a whole book to write all of his experience until now, but it was convenient that he happened to have bought two blank books. So when he finished writing about their return to the kingdom, Jai closed the first book and opened another one, and started writing what happened after. You can say those books were his diaries now, also a note. And he would bring them whenever he’s going away. But for now, it stayed in Barun and Miria’s house, his new home. “Meow!” Usha suddenly appeared on the windowsill, distracting him for a second

She cast a sly glance at me and held the book very close to her chest. “Do you know what this is?” “No, your Utmost Prosperity.” “It is the most important book you’ll possess till you die…that’s what it is.” Slowly, she held the book with her right hand and suddenly flung it at my chest. In a twinkle of an eye, a purple puff of smoke enveloped my abdomen, while the book disappeared immediately. Soon, I began to feel a strange force inside my chest, as if my lungs were frozen. My breathing became slightly laboured, while my gaze remained on her Utmost Prosperity, as if she’d hypnotised me.

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

"Help! There's a madman out here!" My eyes were red with anxiousness as I ran with all my might toward the swimming pool. When I was about to open the door, a sudden force came from behind me and pushed me to the ground. I fell heavily onto the ground and hit myself against the steps. I saw black for several seconds. I could hear buzzing and Charlie's angry accusations. "Joe got mad when he saw you with me and Simon, Janine. He said we're beggars and thieves… I think my nose is broken…"

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.

"The Wolfe family was powerful. Your mother knew it. I knew it. They had something we needed, and they refused to share it." "So you burned them." "I protected what was mine." Dante stepped around Fenris, positioning himself between his son and the window. His gray eyes were hard, unforgiving. "And I will do it again if I have to. But first, I need you to find the last heir." Fenris met his father's gaze. "Why?" "She is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie us to the fire." "The fire was eight years ago. The police closed the case. No one is looking."

I flipped all the way to the back of the book, and I came across one of the last entries. Book reading: November 6, 1691 Last night, I was able to see my sister once more. I didn't tell her of what I planned to do or that I had already given my daughter up to Nicoli. I know Celene, and she'd never allow me to go through with it, nor would my little nieces and nephew. I was given a task that I was beholden to, and I believe that I have done my part. I kept my word to my mother, my sister, the lives that I have help free, and to myself. I have no fear in my heart as I look death in the eyes, but my resolve always wain when I think of my daughter. My heart breaks knowing she'll have to grow up

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

, David growls as his twist my arm painfully before throwing me across the room making me hit my head on the concrete wall. “Ahhh”, I wince at the pain and stumble on my knees holding my head as warm tears starts to form in my eyes. I fight with pain bravely not letting my tears fall in front of the dogs who killed my family. “I swear take this bitch away from my sight and have your way with her, don’t let her die till the red moon”, the so called Alpha orders his dogs making me wince in disgust.