Technoblade Last Words Novels & Stories

Lyla asked the question that was at the tip of my tongue. "When we turned to leave, he returned and shot both of us. He left as soon as he came. Jay was too weak to be able to fight off the venom so I had to drive us to the pack. He died before we could make it halfway", she sobbed. "I felt our mate bond severe when he took his last breath, he breathed his last with his hands in mine, his eyes on me", she was sobbing uncontrollably but still managed to speak through her tears. "His last words were, "Lola and Adrian must bring an end to this", he did not even get to tell me that he loved me", she wept.

And every wolf felt it. “Enough.” The word landed like a blade. Wolves froze mid-snarls, mid-arguments. The chamber silenced again, brittle and sharp. He looked at me then, really looked. And the flicker in his eyes wasn’t triumph, or approval, or even anger. It was something darker. Something I couldn’t name. He turned from me, his voice cutting through the chamber. “You all witnessed the challenge. You all witnessed the end. Nicole fought as our laws dictate. She won. And that—” his hand slashed the air toward Ronan’s broken body “—is the price of failure.”

Sparks showered over them, blue and white flashes illuminating the madness of the struggle. ​I hit the final 'Enter' key. The screen turned a deep, visceral blood-red. DELETION IN PROGRESS. ​"It’s over!" I screamed, standing up and leveling my submachine gun at both of them. "Dante! Look at the screens! The Council is broke! There’s nothing left to buy, and no one left to pay!"

My life force was draining away, darkness rising up to swallow me like a tide. Yet, I could feel the brain-computer interface on my head still humming. It was the last connection between us. *Kael, don't cry.* I had one last thing to say to him. Summoning the very last dregs of strength from the depths of my soul, I focused my fading brainwaves. The massive holographic screen behind us lit up one last time. There were no images, no sound. Only a line of trembling, yet crystal-clear golden text slowly materialized:

My vision dimmed as exhaustion overtook me. “I’ll pay my debt to you, Blondie,” he whispered which was the last thing I heard before everything went black. *** Edited. 170125, Anne Joyce

He directly raised the Immemorial Dragon Sword and used the SSS God Ranked Skill, World-Destroying Sword Script! The tiger that was attacking Lucas was instantly melted into nothingness by the sword light. Edith's eyes widened as he watched the incoming slash. Moreover, he found that he couldn't dodge it at all. ... In the last moments of his life, Edith shouted, "My life is over!" Then his life disappeared from this world forever. Lucas secretly sighed. He thought that an ant always had no self-knowledge. As long as they had a little self-knowledge, they would not die.

He pointed to a single, white-winged gull riding the wind current below us. “Look,” he whispered, a child’s wonder in his voice. “Perfect efficiency.” He sat in the worn armchair we kept there, facing the horizon. Keila and I sat with him, holding his hands. His breathing slowed, synchronizing with the distant rhythm of the waves. And then, he spoke his last words, not to us, but as a final, soft log entry into the quiet air. “System report: All critical missions complete. All guardians deployed. All errors reconciled. Love… operational. Initiating final, peaceful shutdown.”

He surged forward. His silver blade met Caelan’s black sword in a burst of sparks. The impact sent both men sliding backward across the stone. Caelan studied him. “So.” “The Last King.” Lucian leveled his blade. “You don’t have to do this.” “I know.” “Then stop.” “I can’t.” “Because of the collar?” “No.” Lucian blinked. Caelan’s expression remained calm. “Because if I stop…” “…everyone behind me dies.” ⸻

“Didn’t you hear what I said?!” “On the contrary, I think you are the one who didn’t hear me. Tonight, let me do what I never got to do before. I’m staying. This could be our last night together. That's why I want you to know that the whole world was wrong about you, Blade. You are not the devil. I am. Every person who pushed you away including me, we are the devils. You, on the other hand, are too good for people like us. We do not deserve you.” Blade trembled when I embraced him. I felt his tears fall on my cheeks as his body convulsed. His mana was at his limit.

I turned away, raising my eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Blake, is he dead?” Nathan asked sadly. I don't answer. Nathan smiled sadly. "Die how?" "Stabbed to death by Chad." I sadly closed my eyes. Chad's last knife wound was to make Blake go faster; Blake would also die without that knife. With a deep wound on his body, his chest was torn, and inside revealed a beating heart; if Blake weren't a Delta with colossal strength, he would probably be dead As soon as the rib cage was torn.