Steve Irwin Last Words Novels & Stories

'You're safe with me. Those were the last words Eirene heard before the world slipped into darkness. *

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

"They tell me she is gone. But a grandfather’s heart does not lie." He paused, drawing himself up to his full height, a sudden burst of powerful conviction burning in his eyes. "I know she is out there," he declared, his voice ringing loud and clear across the massive hall. "I can feel it in my bones. My little Iris Roxie is alive. And I swear to God, I will make sure to see her face and hold her in my arms one last time before I die." A collective wave of emotion swept through the room. The moment the video faded to black and the lights slowly began to rise, the guests erupted.

"I came into this world with nothing and I'm leaving it with nothing. That's what it truly means for something to be over. Not simply dying." His breathing grew uneven. After a long moment, his gaze drifted past me toward the mouth of the cave. "She's the greatest gift life ever gave you." I turned. Iris stood just outside the cave entrance. Serah remained beside her, one hand gripping Iris' arm. I looked back at Zevaris. He watched me with tired eyes but there was no hatred in them. "I have one last good deed left in me," he said. "Let me do that before you drive the blade through my heart."

It was too little, too late, but at least I'd managed to crack their certainty. Elder Morrison had heard enough. "The condemned has spoken her final words. The execution will proceed at dawn as scheduled." As they turned to leave, I called out one last time. "I love you," I said, my voice carrying clearly down the corridor. "All of you. And I always will." They paused but didn't turn back. Then their footsteps faded away, leaving me alone with the silver bars and the certainty of dawn."

He weakly held Whitney's hand and uttered in a strained, faint voice, "I'm sorry for putting you out like this, Whitney. I just wanted to see you one last time before I..." I could smell a cloying, thick smell hanging in the air, while the contents spilling out of the trash clearly showcased the "score" of their actions during the previous night. "I'm so happy that I got to be with you before I died… Is it possible for me to accompany you when you walk down the aisle on your wedding day?" "You shouldn't say such ridiculous things!" she said. She clutched Steven's hand, her eyes brimming with tears, and barked at the medical team, "Do something! Save him!"

His tears drop on my skin. I slowly nod my head. I'm too gone to speak. Dear Beta Bronson, I'm happy I spent my last moments in your arms. I will take this memory of us to the other side of the world. See you in my next life. With these words in my head, my breathing stops, and everything goes blank.

I'm facing now my death. 'G-gello. Meg.' My last word before I lost my conscious. —————————————————————————————————————————— Enjoy Reading! Thank You! God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

I'm sorry for what I've done. Before he closed his eyes for the final time, he smiled and said, "Everly, my love... Don't cry for me. Always remember that I love you, now and forever. If there's a next life, I will still love it. Goodbye, my love." Soon he slipped away into his endless sleep, surrounded by the darkness of the trees and the cries of his beloved Everly.

"You aren't there for real. You are nothing but a spectator of the unfortunate events that pursued our death." My racing heart slowed a little as I listened to Iris's explanation. Even still, going through it all over again brought on a whole new level of dread for me. "Okay, just a spectator," I repeated after her. I glanced at the former me. I remembered it too well. Staring at the sky with glossed eyes I was saying my last words before the gunshots rang through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't remember being in pain. Yet, I knew it must have hurt.