Technoblade Last Words Novels & Stories

He brushed off Loretta's helping hand and, still unsteady, caught up to me. Leaning close to my ear, he whispered so only the two of us could hear. "Rosie, you're reborn, too, aren't you? At least you're smart enough not to get in Loretta's way this time. In our last life, if you hadn't interfered and ruined everything, I would've never treated you so cruelly. Now that we're here again, as long as you stay in your place, I'll spare you and the Wheelers. If you still want to stay by my side, fine. But let's be clear: you'll never have a title."

Blade looked at both of us quietly. Then he smiled again. But this time it looked like goodbye. “My chapter ends here, brothers,” Blade whispered. His eyes drifted, losing focus as they fixed on the ceiling. “Seeing you all one last time… it’s enough, even if we can’t walk the same path anymore.” “No,” I said immediately. “No, stop talking like that.” He coughed again, more blood this time, staining his chest and the bedsheets. "Thank you," he gasped, his voice trembling badly. "It hurts... It hurts like hell to say goodbye but I hope my leaving brings you peace. I’m rooting for all of you. Always."

They were the Arch-Logic-Arbiters—the final guardians of the planetary code. ​“Triage is over,” I whispered, drawing my obsidian blade one last time, the edge now glowing with a steady, iridescent violet light. “It’s time for the surgery.”

“You do know that while we are cultivating, we are able to see the spirits of the dead, right? I went to the graveyard and met with Blake’s parents when I first cultivated. They ascended after we all spoke, completing their business here on Earth. Maybe he finished what he needed and ascended; did he sparkle as he faded?” “I don’t think so. He only faded out like a flame, but his last words were they are all Vampires.” Silence. “Did they sparkle?” Kyle asked with a snicker. Inciting Blake Jr. to hit his leg so he was to not joke around.

His eyes are now as red as blood and blood drip from his lips as he managed to talk. "This path...you've chosen is destruction. Shelbrooke, I'll make sure you never rest. Even in death, I'll... I will haunt...haunt you." He used his last breath to say the last word before dropping to the floor on his side, red sticky liquid spreading around his body. "More mess to clean." Shelbrooke licked the blood on his knife before crossing Tate's body to go call a maid to clean up the office. The wind kept biting Lyne's face as they crossed the field towards the large iron gate that separates her present life from the one she will soon start to live.

“I officially disown you. You somehow manage to lower the bar every single time.” Iron Blade chuckled. Austin: “...” Briella raised a brow. “Fine. I’ll let it go—for now. But you better not forget what you just said.” Austin brightened and slapped his chest. “Boss, I swear on my firewall! I’ll always be your number one fan.” Briella gave him a cryptic smile. Austin shivered. “Alright. Back to business.” Her tone turned serious. “Still no word from Zero?” Iron Blade picked up a tablet and scrolled. “Nope. Radio silence.”

“I stand before you not as conqueror, but as savior. With the Eidolon Drive, we have transcended the limitations of flesh. War, disease, famine - relics of a bygone age. Humanity has evolved.” He turned toward the camera, smile sharp as broken teeth. “I am not your king. I am your reflection.” The audience – composed of leaders, AI councilors, and digital hybrid avatars - stood and applauded. Luca raised his hands once more. “And now… we bury the last of the chaos. Let her name be spoken no more.” He reached forward to initiate *Final Erasure*—a command that would delete every record of me from all systems. A cleansing of memory. A total wipe.

It was the last bit of strength he had just so he could sit against the wall while he does this. "I knew it was goodbye that day. But I couldn't let them get to you. I knew if they saw you they would kill you.... I'm sorry Blake, I wish there was a way I could make it back to you, but I can't. I want to say please don't forget me, but that's not fair to you... Forget me, move forward, move on with your life. Find someone else, love again..... I love you Blake Thorn!" Azrael said as he cried then extended his razor sharp nails. He brought his fingers together, with the nails pointed out then pressed his nails against his chest.

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

It suits you. No signature. No trace. Just Dante. Goddamn Dante. I didn’t respond. Instead, I reached into the glove box and pulled out a sharp, curved blade—a gift from Nico on my last birthday. Engraved on the hilt was a phrase in Latin: Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat. (All wounds hurt, but the last one kills.) I’d make sure he felt every one. Back in the city. Luca watched the decoy vehicle on the screen, a drone’s-eye view casting it in black-and-white. The heat signature was working. The Moretti satellite had pinged it twice.