Last Word Books Olympia Wa Novels & Stories

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

After he went back to the bedroom, I opened Serena's social feed. The latest post popped up instantly, "Saw a new star last night. I've got a feeling that it's going to be named after me this time." Underneath the post, her friends left playful comments. "Haha! Dream on! You think you have a romantic boyfriend like Professor Thorne?" "Who is it? Sounds impressive!" She replied vaguely, "You'll see soon enough." The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S".

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

I want to say thank you. Actually, writing "The Last Confessor" wasn't an easy one, combining writing with school activities has really been tedious, but because of the passion I have for writing, quitting never came as an option, the vision i had for writing " The Last Confessor" kept me on track. My inspiration for writing "The Last Confessor" came from my background as a son of a king seeing my father operating his kingdom, the ups and downs experienced by my father that gave me a huge inspiration writing the just concluded story.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

The heavy oak door swings open, and Draven Calder strides inside, his amber eyes instantly falling on my solitary male form sitting under the dim light of the tallow lamp. "Can your brain actually decode those algorithms, Lardon?" Draven asks, pulling a fresh tunic from the wooden wardrobe while his eyes trace the technical book in my lap—Skyfang Rift Engineering: Advanced Mechanics. "Well enough," I reply flatly, keeping my eyes fixed on the rune diagrams, refusing to let his lazy, offhand tone make my warrior pride bend. "You've been pushing your wolf hard lately," Draven observes, narrowing his eyes as if analyzing my quiet character for the first time.

Jameson off before he could finish. Mr. Hall was quiet for a long time, then finally sighed and patted my shoulder. "You're grown now. It's good for you to see more of the world." As I left the office and walked away, I could still hear Mr. Jameson muttering, "It's over just like that?" Mr. Hall sounded annoyed. "Keep your voice down! Do you want to announce it to the whole world?" Samson didn't come looking for me for the rest of the day. But honestly, I didn't care about the watch he promised me anymore.

I answered seriously. "That's what I am talking about, dumbass!" I can hear him releasing an audible sigh before we end our conversation. As we entered the auction room, the host and the mansion's owner greeted us. His name is Wilfred de Foe. A multibillionaire business tycoon whose hobby is collecting rare items and selling them to the highest bidder, and even though he engages in illicit and immoral activities, everyone highly respects him. He may be cunning, but he is a man of his word. He makes sure that the Haven mansion is a safe refuge for everyone, regardless of their social class and status.

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.