One Last Breath Novel Novels & Stories

Sincerity in voice tells me it all true. I smile at him. "I like you too Christian, so much." He leans in to kiss me but realization hits me and I gasp. "What's wrong!?" He asks with a very worried voice. "Morning breath," I mumble placing a hand on my mouth. "Isn't it too late now to remember that?" "Better late than never." I shrug making my run to the bathroom and giving Christian a flying kiss. Then hearing him mumble something like 'she is gonna be the death of me.'

he says. "No! You are lying! I do not believe you, please, please do not leave me. I will never forgive you if you leave me," I cry out. "I am truly sorry," he whispers. He closes his eyes, but I can tell he has just fallen asleep as his chest continues to heave slowly. if I hurry, I can save him. I attempt to lift his body, but I struggle still weakened by the blows of the harpoons. I scream, cry, and struggle to try and lift my brother up. Finally, my body gives out and I slump to the ground my back hitting against a tree. Grabbing a fist full of my hair I release an ear-piercing scream that echoes through the night. I Look at Fafnir, trying to take a final studious glance at him. I see hi

I lied about both of them, I couldn’t fight and I was stupid to walk around without pepper spray. “Now why would I leave you alone?” he smirked down at me. “You’re asking for it.” I reached into my bag, pretending to grab something. “Sweetheart, I know for a fact that you’re lying, I just told you, we can read minds, and by the way your heart is beating, I know for a fact you’re lying.” He came closer to my ear, “Do I make you nervous baby?” That is when it happened, the first time a vampire had ever bitten me, a scream escaped my lips as my body slowly went limb in his arms.

He slumped forward. His voice died in his throat as the fire crawled up his jaw. His head tilted back. His mouth opened again. The scream never came. His body spasmed violently one last time. His hands twitched, clawing at his own throat, like he could still feel it burning. Then, suddenly, his jaw fell open. A cloud of black, bitter smoke poured from his mouth. His eyes rolled back. His last breath was nothing but soot. Then, finally, he collapsed.

I said quietly, "but the sins you committed… You still have to pay for them. You think being given a second life means you can erase the past? The world doesn't work like that." Jim was waiting for me by the door. Without looking back, I took his hand and walked away. Garrett could spend the rest of his miserable life in the stench of decay and endless nightmares…till his last breath.

Regret—because even in my final moments, I was not enough. My last breath hitched in my chest. The bond mark seared, pulsing one final time before dimming like a dying star. Darkness closed in. The last thing I saw was Lyra’s smile, small and secret, as my world fell into silence. I don’t know how much time passed. There was no time. Only nothingness. And then— A breath tore into my lungs, sharp and painful, like surfacing from drowning. My eyes snapped open, blinded by unfamiliar light.

Nothing. I exhaled one last, shuddering breath. My head lolled back. Above me, the sky stretched endless and blue. Funny. I never realized how beautiful clouds were. The gunfire, the shouting—it all faded. I drew my last breath. Then everything faded to black. ~~~~~A Warrior’s End~~~~

Even my name, Paige Quinn, felt like I was destined to repay a debt with my life. If I could choose, I would rather have never been born into this world. That way, no one else would have to suffer. I went to my room, a small, dark space in the attic. It was pitch black, with no light except for a stub of a candle. “Today, Marcus burned me with a cigarette. I don’t hate him, but I saw the disgust in his eyes, and it terrified me.”

Looking into her eyes while she took her last breath scared him but missing her last gaze scared him the most so with much difficulty, he raised his head to see her face. Her eyes were partially closed now but she had a sad smile on her face. And then– it was over as she hiccuped before letting out a loud sigh. Her last breath. Blake let out a loud wail, literally seeing life sneaking out of her body. ***Wheezing****

A single thought, primitive, absolute, flashes through the advancing darkness, a final surge of love against destruction. Protect. It is my last conscious breath. My final prayer, addressed to any god willing to hear it. A vow whispered in the approaching silence. Then the thread, too taut, snaps. Consciousness tears like a silk veil. I sink, carried away by a current stronger than anything, stronger than fear, stronger than pain. The cold of the asphalt against my cheek is the last sensation, an icy and damp caress. Then nothing more. Only the infinite silence. And the night that, finally, takes me entirely.