Our Last Crusade Iska Novels & Stories

Kriss stopped when he was about to cast White Death to clear the army of death again but their bodies began to crumble on their own. “They… did it.” Kriss whispered, stopping with heavy breaths after he managed to save 4 countries and was exhausted. All of them were extremely tired from the constant fighting, panting heavily after fighting with all their might to save their land as one. “Oh Lord…” Sir Zuka breathed out in delight, relieved that he was there to witness the atrocity and provided maximum protection or else the destruction would be far worse. “Ruth, My child, could you please send us back to Zadicus? Hurry, I don’t have much time left.” Sir Zuka requested quickly, knowing he mig

His face contorted to a grimace as he continued. ‘Hope we have heard of what happened he began crossly ‘ and we are left with only one option. And that option is re-incarnation. At the same time, we are faced with another problem that threatens our existence. Every one of us here knows that if our enemies are going to strike, it would be now. That is why we are taking this giant leap. We have two bad wars to fight. Now I have taken measures of hiring some special deputies, the most trusted crusaders. They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’

Chapter 97: The Legacy Endures With the defeat of Bruno and the dawn of a new era, Isabella and Luca stood at the precipice of a world transformed. The battle had been won, but their mission was far from over. They understood that true change required sustained effort, and their dedication to justice burned brighter than ever. In the aftermath of the final confrontation, they turned their attention to rebuilding, to healing the wounds inflicted by years of darkness. They worked tirelessly to dismantle the corrupt systems that had enabled Bruno's reign and replace them with structures rooted in fairness, transparency, and compassion.

“There’s something beneath us! It’s inside the land! We’re not fighting monsters—we’re fighting a curse! The village—it’s not a place anymore! It’s… hell!” The commander froze. Then turned to his men. “Sound the horns. Wake the elders. And for the gods’ sake—fortify the gates.” As bells clanged and fire danced on the breeze, a last, fractured whisper mounted on the smoke. It wasn't from any single mouth. It was from dozens. From the dying. From the burning. A single name. "Krishna…" Cried out by searing mouths. Shouted out from shattered throats. Echoing across the southern border like a dirge funeral.

I know we’re just as deadly and unmerciful as the rogues, but I didn’t think we were responsible for such a travesty. “In the centuries to come, history will record it as The Crusades. “Reclaiming the Holy Land" wasn’t a total farce though, it just wasn’t the whole truth. Humans struggle with acceptance of concepts outside of the normal. It is why, in your time, shifters hide their existence.” He stands and approaches me. On my knees, he and I are the same height. “You…”

Jax doesn't even know she has a diary. "Finally! I saw him today, he was as handsome as ever! He was preparing for their basketball team's play, that's why I didn't see him earlier because he was just busy. I wish I can wipe away those sweats from his forehead and arms. My love is so tired" Jade reads it with so much disgust on her face while the others are laughing and mocking Jade. "So cringe!" Mae squealed. "Who is this special someone huh, tell us! Tell us!" Valerie said.

He still listens and never interrupted his master. "Do you know why?" Cryp asked then. Niko wiggled his head. "No." "Good. You should not. Find him and his family and proceed to the order," Cryp ordered. "Can I ask?" Niko properly adressed his master. "No you should'nt. Go! You time is running. No mistake," Cryp said and added a sip to his coffee. Niko said his goodbye and went back to his apartment. The order of the mission is really different this time. Kana would always give backgrounds for the target but Cryp does not. They expect Arial killers to be bold and molded.

April Rabidcrest would yank out a silver-bullet gun and point it close to her forehead then look at the crowd. "Is this what you want?" She would ask and smirk as her pack would shout for her to do it. "To kill the last Cromwell?" Although... Jossie wasn't the last Cromwell. And, this wouldn't be her last day alive. "Kill her." "Kill her." "Kill her." The pack would continue to chant.

Ardcore then kissed her forehead before she pulled away and led the remaining Crusaders through the portal. " It's up to us to insure prophesy of Palio's demise. " April G turned to her comrades. " Let’s make sure Ardcore's sacrifice is not in vain. " The remaining Crusaders all rushed straight through the portal. As the portal closed, all they could see was Ardcore firing his shotgun against the oncoming zealots.

Fabian held up the light, and I saw what they depicted. Scenes of war. Humans fighting creatures with fangs, claws, and wings. Battles that looked like they’d been pulled from nightmares. “The Crusades,” Fabian said quietly. He moved closer to the murals, studying them with an expression I’d never seen before. Something between grief and rage. “This is where it all began.” “I don’t understand.” “Sit.” He gestured to a stone bench carved into the wall. “We’re not getting out of here quickly anyway. You should know the truth about Lenore. About how we ended up like this.”