Last Port Of Call Novels & Stories

One wrong movement. ...and the entire passage would explode. Before anyone could react, Edward Carter's voice echoed through hidden speakers in the tunnel. "I've been expecting you." A cold laugh followed. "Welcome to Black Reef." "You've just stepped into my final trap."

My phone buzzed and this time it wasn't a call but a text message from the unsaved now. My countenance slowly turned ugly as I read, 'The last of the Tree syndicate in Italy has a fully developed missile system somewhere around Pompei in the Metropolitan City of Naples. Location coordinates 40°45′0″N 14°29′10″E. Your residence will be launched with missile attacks remotely at exactly 1 am tomorrow " What? Who the fvck sent this?

Seconds ticked by like hours. “Sir,” came the voice again. “We had a location ping ten minutes ago, but then her phone went offline. It appears it was powered off or destroyed.” “Where was the last location?” “East side—near the old port. It’s mostly warehouses now. The specific address is being sent now.” My phone chimed. I hit the gas, tires screeching as I peeled out of the café street. I didn’t tell anyone else. I couldn’t risk it—not yet. I didn’t know who I could trust.

I rasped, my voice sounding like a ghost of itself. ​"The Azores," he said, finally turning to face me. The "Asset" was buried under a layer of profound, soul-deep exhaustion, but his eyes—those storm-gray shards—were fixed on me with a terrifying intensity. "Specifically, a private inlet on São Miguel. The Architects think this island is a dead-zone. It’s an old Vane contingency site that I scrubbed from the main servers five years ago. To the world, this beach doesn't exist. We are off the grid, Leona. For real this time."

**Celeste (comms, triumphant):** “Nine nests down worldwide. Three to go. London next—biggest remaining. Meet you there.” We nod. Portal flares—Shambhala monks guiding gentle. Tokyo stands. The war turns. With gods on our side. And something new burning bright between Kayo and me. We’re unstoppable.

I picked up my work phone and scrolled down to the pack Emergency hotline. -22, Admiralty way. I last saw Sir Kael there. I’m hundred percent sure he’s still there- I typed and clicked on send.

"Not easily." The analyst hesitated. "But..." Julian's eyes narrowed. "But what?" "The last signal originated from a public payphone." Stella blinked. "A payphone?" "There aren't many left." The analyst rotated the laptop. "It's less than eight miles from here." Dani's pulse quickened. "Can we get there?" The analyst shook his head. "The call ended twelve minutes ago." Julian glanced at his watch. "She'll be gone." Unless... He looked back at the map.

Then a last sentence: “Nora lives.”

“Yes.” Daniel made the call in front of her. “Peter,” he said. “Take the north route past the address I gave you last night.” Leah’s eyes lifted. Last night? Daniel continued, “One pass only. No stop. No contact. If there is a black car near the corner, plate first, model second. Return by the side entrance.” He ended the call. Leah stared at him. “You had the address.” Daniel met her gaze. “I had an address connected to the old phone matter.”

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."