Our Last Crusade Iska Novels & Stories

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

I said not knowing how to react. " Just hey? What were you thinking so deeply about? " She asked me. " Nothing much, I was reminiscing. " I replied. " Oh! Is it the Sad past, or the Happy one? " She Curiously asked. " Both " I replied. " Okay, that reminds me, the guy you said you have a crush on. " " What about him? " " Have you seen him before, apart from yesterday? " " I don't think so really, perhaps he's a science or commercial student as I don't think he's in my class. " I replied.

Riley said as Ana dropped her breakfast before her and sat down “It smells nice” “Tastes even better”Ana said with a smile “try it’ Riley took a bite and from the satisfying look on her face, loved it “It’s amazing, they don’t serve good waffles like this anymore in new jersey” “Welcome to new york baby”Ana said with a victory smile “So, i was gonna ask, have you heard from the boys yet?” “Boys, what boys?”Riley asked totally confused “Your boys, the one who totally broke your heart and the one whose heart you broke a long time ago”Ana responded raising her brows.

All my certainty from before suddenly turned into a blade aimed at my own chest. I fled the courtyard in humiliation, heading for the peach grove in the back—my favorite spot, where I'd hoped to find some small comfort. Instead, I found the servants swinging shovels, hacking at the roots of the peach trees. One worker, hesitating with a saw in hand, asked uncertainly, "Did Mr. Hartwell really order this? I remember—he had these trees shipped all the way from Sovelle City ten years ago, just to make Madam Elena happy."

We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live. Our society is called the priests of Ultima. That's all we want to tell about our world... *** Let's start with me. I'm already over eighty, but I don't look older than twenty. I look like those ordinary girls who walk the streets by the hundreds. But to this I can tell you the oldest murdered phrase - do not judge a book by its cover. Take a look at my first and last name-Carolianna Epixfire. It looks like something strange, like a spell from silly newspapers.

Kris just smiled then she proceeds to the higher ground where everyone could see her. “I am grateful that we are still here, together”, she said. “Two days from now, we will wage war against our enemy”, exclaimed Kris. “I could not tell you how long the battle will last but I command you not to surrender”, she said. “This is the fight, that we were waiting for, so prepare yourselves”, Kris said. “Hail to Agartha”, shouted Kris. “Hail to Agartha”, shouted the crowd. After that speech, Kris prepared herself as well.

The camp buzzed with a newfound energy, a resurgence of hope that spurred them on. As the sun rose, casting a golden hue across the battlefield, Silver Crest prepared for their final assault. Kavan's eyes met Kazia's, his expression tender yet resolute. "This ends today," he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity. "We'll make sure that no lycan ever lives under the shadow of Murad's tyranny again." Kazia nodded, her eyes reflecting her trust in him. "Be careful," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur of concern and love.

"My contacts say the slave pits in the Amber-Ridge are overflowing. The Alphas are afraid they'll hear the 'Sanguine Song' and revolt." "That's exactly why we're going," I said. I looked at my scaled hands. The red-gold light was steady, pulsing with a low, rhythmic power. I felt a new sensation—not the hunger of the Void, but a pulling, a tugging from the South. It was the collective cry of thousands of suppressed Hallowed souls, waiting for the signal to wake up. "The Crusade of the South isn't about territory," I told them. "It's about the harvest. We are going to bring our people home."

In a world often divided by barriers, their unity proved that compassion and camaraderie could bridge even the most seemingly insurmountable differences. As the day was about to end and Sun painted the room with a soft glow, the bond they shared shone even brighter. Their shared laughter, the exchange of stories, and the warmth of their connection was a powerful testament to the depth of the human spirit. In the realm of friendship, socioeconomic divides melted away, leaving only the language of care, understanding, and unwavering support.

The tide of the battle was turning against us, but before I could react, I heard my siblings’ voices in my head. “We will come back. And we will have our vengeance.” In the midst of the chaos, my mother appeared before me. “Raise your hands to the sky and repeat after me. Now, quickly, so you may return when the time is right.” I obeyed, drawing upon every ounce of strength as I chanted the prophecy: "This is the prophecy of the Order. Hear now, for we shall return when: One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another,