No One Left Novels & Stories

Always alone. When I finally stumbled home,half-frozen,my phone buzzed. A single message lit the screen: [Don't be stuck on one person. Give yourself a chance.] His words cut deeper than the winter air. At dawn,I carried the box outside. I set it on fire,watching the flames devour my love letters,my memories,my eight wasted years. Ashes scattered into the snow,carried by the wind like ghosts. My wolf let out a low,mournful cry inside me,but I whispered to her,to myself:

I had braced myself for the worst, but the reality hit so hard it stole the breath from my lungs. I felt entirely hollow, stripped of any remaining power. "Diana, you won the bet," Tyler chuckled, swirling a glass. "I'll take a drink to pay up. But honestly, isn't it a little messed up to lie to him like that?" His voice snapped me out of my trance. Only then did I look around and notice the decorations. It wasn't a reunion; it was Tyler's birthday party, filled with Diana's wealthy circle of friends. Diana took one look at my bloodied, disheveled state and frowned. Rising from her seat, she walked over to me and lowered her voice.

No fans, no loud music, no team buses—literally nothing. I stopped dead in my tracks, pulling my wrist out of his grip and looking around the completely deserted concrete lot. "Uh... Lael?" I said, turning to face him with my hands on my hips. "Where is everyone? Where's the game?" Lael casually shoved his hands into his sweater pockets, a lazy, unbothered smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he leaned against the brick wall. "There isn't a game," he said smoothly. My jaw literally dropped. I stared at him for three full seconds, completely frozen as the realization hit my brain.

Keiran’s POV The room stayed silent after Ronan spoke. Not ordinary silence. Not the silence that came when people were thinking or when pride held tongues hostage. This one was heavier. Final. Like something had been sealed in front of us and every person in the room understood there was no hand strong enough to break it. They were leaving. Ronan and Nyra were leaving for Edenwood that evening. They were going through the broken barrier into the Outlands.

That aching, hollow look of someone who’d finally given up trying to be understood. And now he was gone. Not temporarily. Not in the kind of way that left room for hope. But truly gone. Another country. Another world. Thousands of miles away and utterly alone. It felt like Noah had pulled the trigger himself—hands trembling, heart broken—and now all that was left was the echo. Behind him, Adrian hadn’t moved a muscle.

I only stopped, completely breathless when I reached a cliff. I rested my hands on my knees, heaving, trying hard to catch my breath. Just then, Isla's words echoed in my mind. ‘You have no one left in your life. There's no one that wants you, no one that loves you. The whole world has turned its back on you and everyone you know or love has either left, betrayed you or done both. There's nothing left for you, Jaselyn Everhart.’ ‘You've been abandoned, with pain and misery as your only companions.’

I lunged for his sleeve, but he shook me off as if I were a stray dog. "Enough!" he barked. "If Leo is 'gone,' then I guess I don't have to worry about the medical bills anymore, do I? See you tonight. Try to have dinner ready." The door slammed shut. The sound echoed through the cavernous house, a finality that felt like a nail being driven into a coffin. *** I attend Leo's funeral alone.There were no crowds, no flowers from Harry, no "warm and protective" father to say goodbye. Just a grieving mother and the cold wind.

' The silence just stretched out, feeling more like a goodbye hug than anything else. Then they all started talking at once, just this low overlap of "Goodnight, Astrella." The screen went dark as they logged off. first Liza, then Leona, Isha, and Joana. Then they were gone. The quiet that filled the room wasn't the lonely kind, though. It was quiet in a good way. I sat there thinking, I’m still broken. But maybe I’m not lost. And for once, I felt like I really meant it.

They stood there in silence, staring at the open gate like it might close itself out of shame. It didn’t. The announcement came at midday. The pack gathered in the central yard, ranks tight, tension vibrating through the air like a held breath. Word had already spread. Loss always moved faster than truth. Tyler stood at the front. Lyra remained beside him, aware of every gaze sliding toward her, weighing, measuring. “Two of ours left this morning,” Tyler said. Murmurs rippled immediately. “They left without leave. Without cause.” The murmurs sharpened.

Three left. They reach the gate but it is too late. Rifles speak again. One spins, arms wide. Another falls face first. The last tries to climb but with a single shot to the neck, he slides down the metal, leaving a red trail. Four become zero. Only dead men and red snow stay on the screens. Fast and clean. No one reaches the wall. No one. Lev stands behind Nikolai with his jacket open. I see his shoulder. He has a smooth skin but there is no Morozov wolf brand.