Novel Left Behind Novels & Stories

He collapsed, writhed, and howled on the floor. "Ms. Wade!" The bodyguards roared in unison, their voices made the crystal chandeliers vibrate. The sudden turn of events plunged the hall into silence. Jarek Steelshade was the man leading the charge. He was Dad's most trusted aide and a former special forces soldier. In a flash, he rushed forward and brutally kicked the men surrounding me away.

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

That was how Jessica had been able to steal my autopsy conclusions every time. She had fabricated the surveillance footage showing me sneaking to read her notebook. She had taken advantage of the similarity in our build and side profiles. When I found out, I had deliberately returned to my hometown to ask Grandaunt Tabitha to help me remove the cursed worm. Unfortunately, the only way to break the worm hex was for the host of the mother worm to die. That was why I had gone along with everything, which led to what happened afterward. At last, everything was settled. I had finally found the answer to the mystery of my tragic death in my previous life.

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

All I heard was the muffled sounds of her crying. I listened quietly. When the airport announcement prompted passengers to board, I hung up on her. Then, I went to my contacts, where I blocked and deleted the number. With that, I grabbed my luggage and went to board the plane. Soon, the plane took off and broke through the clouds. When I watched the city fading into the distance into a tiny dot, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. (The End)

Its pages, infused with Luna's enduring wisdom, were destined to be a beacon of light for Nampa through the tapestry of time. As Luna and Alpha Burst closed the first chapters of the Book of Luna, the enchanted realm seemed to resonate with a harmonious energy. The sacred grove, the witness to countless tales, embraced the addition of a new chapter — a chapter that would echo through the ages, shaping the destiny of Nampa with Luna's eternal guidance.

Nareth’s fire flared, and his eyes flickered with unease. > “It says it’s not new. It says… it was left behind.” --- The Forgotten Pulse The Heart of Creation trembled when the news reached it. Its light dimmed, flickering in distress. > Left behind… I do not remember leaving anything. Lunara’s faint voice answered from the folds of starlight where she had rested for ages. “You didn’t,” she said softly. “It was what came after us.” Seren looked toward her, eyes wide. “After us?”

Diego and Mariana stood on the edge of their future as the storm of battle swirled around them. There was a lot of smoke and fire in the air, which made the chaos in the compound even worse. But something inside Mariana changed in the middle of all this destruction. The full weight of the prophecy she had once been afraid of became clear.

I turned to Rowan beside me and laid my hand in his palm. “Go on,” I said to the elder. “Rowan's and my marking rite.” Cain stayed kneeling where he was, not rising. He held the pendant and looked at me, as if he'd finally understood something. Some things, once broken, are broken, and no amount of kneeling can take them back. I thought that was the end of it. I didn't expect that at the very moment the elder spoke the marking prayer, the fire-basins ringing the Moon Goddess grounds, all at once, with no warning, went out.

Whiskey. I searched the village before it got too dark. It was only a small one. I'd say home to maybe less than sixty. Well, was home to them, not anymore. I did manage to find the pack library after a bit of ransacking. It was quite small, but the books and scrolls were very old, the oldest one dating back six hundred years. It was a journal kept by an Alpha at the time. He had decent handwriting, though my old Russian was a little rusty, so a lot of the text was a mystery to me. The yellowing pages were filled with pictures and diagrams and detailed notes. One word stood out among the rest. Boginya. Goddess. I read through the journal a bit more, until I was fully satisfied. This pack hav