Last Seen Alive Ending Novels & Stories

“Never forget that.” Black spots clouded my vision. The last thing I saw was my love’s face and the last thing I heard was him yelling Zander’s name. THE END.

And the truth, horrible and sudden, crashed through me: “My mother wasn’t alone the day she died.” I lifted my eyes to the others. “She was with one of them. One who lived.” Dren whispered, “No way…” But Kael gripped my arm, jaw tight. “Lana. Which Keeper?” The shard pulsed like a heartbeat. I finally said it: “The survivor… was High Keeper Thalen.” Warren cursed under his breath. Mara stiffened. Dren made a strangled noise. Bastion whispered, horrified, “He was the last person to report seeing her alive.”

But despite those measures over the next couple of weeks the virus worked its way remorselessly through the remaining 5% of male survivors. “By 12 noon on the 12th of January 2167,’ said Jessica, as she finished her story, “there were no men left on the planet.” I stared at Jessica my jaw slack not sure if this was a dream. “What are you saying?” I asked dumbly. Jessica took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. “I’m saying, honey, that you are the last man alive on the planet.” I gazed at the beautiful face for a long moment - I couldn’t see any sign of deception there. She believed what she saying. But there was no doubt in my mind she was completely insane.

“No. That cannot be true. Tell me their names. What happened to Dan? And Rodri? And the young one, Tommy? What about Captain Reev? Tell me about all of them. I need to know.” “You remember their names.” The man muttered slowly. I tilted my head. Shouldn't I? He shook his head slowly. His eyes looked sad now. “Dan was the first one you got. He was checking the perimeter. Rodri tried to radio for help but you tore through his throat. Tommy… poor Tommy was hiding behind the truck. You found him too. Captain Reev fought the longest but in the end you dragged him into the dark. All of them are gone. Just like that. Today made it five years you were gone.”

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

Seeing how the others with Luna stayed so calm, she could tell what something was up. "That's also a long story." Luna sighed. In the few minutes it took to bandage Allyssa up, she summarize their close encounters with death. Cutting it as short as possible. "So, Mia." Allyssa crooked. "She's dead." Luna looked away. "And this game thing. Today's the last day." "You should rest." Luna packed up. Then she and Sandra joined the others. "Figured any plan, yet?" She walked over to Salvador, who had a weird smile dancing on his lips. "And why are you just so smiley?"

It was the kind of broken sound that came from someone who couldn't believe what they had just heard. "Presumed dead?" I couldn't believe me ears. Harris looked uncomfortable. "There is no body, Elena" "She's not dead." I said. "No confirmed remains." SHE'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!."

That's the main reason you should come home " Mrs. Morgan said and Steve sniffled. "C'mon... We've talked about this already. There is still one Werewolf alive...." He couldn't complete his statement when his wife interrupted on the phone. "Oh spare me those crap, Steve. Like seriously? That is total bullshit! You and your crew have been hunting for that last Werewolf for more than five years now and not even a sign of him has been found. Isn't that creepy? How are you even sure he's still alive? Werewolf hardly survives without their families!" Mrs. Morgan is true and convincing.

“And if you die?” I stepped closer, placed a hand over his heart. “Then you’ll live. And you’ll finish this the right way.” His breath was ragged. “I can’t lose you again.” “You’re not losing me,” I whispered. “You’re loving me. That’s different.” He pulled me into him, arms fierce and trembling. We kissed like the world was ending again. And maybe it was. The last ship launched at dawn, its trail streaking through the gray-blue sky. Kira was on board. So was Callum.

He presses it to his chest and breaks apart for the first time in years. Search teams comb the river for days. Then week,they drag nets. They scan sonar. They send divers down until their hands go numb. Nothing surfaces,no body,no dress,no proof. The doctors quietly tell Alex what everyone is thinking. “After this long… survival is unlikely.” He nearly throws the man through a wall. “She’s alive,” Alex snarls. “She’s alive because I’m not burying her.” Detective Harris doesn’t argue. Because Harris saw the way Bellamy smiled when they arrested him.