The Last 13 Books Novels & Stories

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

- "The thirteenth time, it was my birthday. You had a present and cake ready, but Kat said she was in a bad mood, so you left me without hesitation to go have a drink with her." - "The twenty-seventh time, I was bedridden in the hospital. You promised you would stay with me, but Kat said she was scared to go shopping alone, so you left me there alone and went to be her bodyguard." - "The fortieth time, we were traveling together. At the airport, Kat said her luggage was too heavy, so you left the things you were supposed to carry for me and helped her instead, leaving me to drag everything by myself." - "The fifty-fifth time, we were at a gathering with friends. Kat deliberately sat next to

He stood beneath the crystal chandelier and accepted everyone’s praise. I stood behind him in the shadows like a decoration. “What is wrong, Mr. Cardea. You do not look well.” Someone approached him with concern. Daniel rubbed his temples. His smile looked strained. “It is nothing. I have been tired. I keep hearing noise in my ears.” The medication was working. I pressed the remote in my pocket. The villa went dark. The moment the lights went out, the speakers released a loud sound.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

the old stones began to glow, strangeAs were carved into them started symbols that to light up, one after another, spreading outward across the city in a mysterious sequence. Silence crashed over the crowd. A woman near the bridge dropped to her knees trembling. “The Crown of Night,” she whispered. My blood turned cold. I looked at Cassian. He had the look of someone who was gazing straight into the face of a terrifying reality, one that he had hoped would remain forever dormant, a nightmare that had haunted him for centuries and now seemed to be staring back at him with unblinking eyes.

"We have no plan! We're hiding in a wooden shack with half-empty rations and a wounded captain! We're dead! We're all already dead!" "I said shut up," Denzel repeated, stepping forward, but Alexander extended a single, rigid arm to stop him. Alexander hadn't moved from the doorway. He stood tall, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the threshold, but his silver eyes were strangely distant, fixed on the black radio set. The unyielding confidence that usually surrounded him like an armor felt fractured. He was the heir to the throne, a warrior trained to command armies, but how could anyone command against the total annihilation of the world?

Thank you for reading, please do take a moment to read this full note. First of all, I want to say thank you to each and every one of you for giving this book a try. I hope you enjoyed this book as much as I enjoyed writing it! This is the last book in the Alpha series, but as this journey comes to a close a new adventure awaits. Although I had originally wanted to make the Alpha series a 7 book series, with more ideas and due to the timeline I decided to make the next two books part of the spin-off series.

TIA POV The morning flew by fast. After making the last of the suggested changes, I sent my finished manuscript to my editor. This will be the fourth and final book of my book series. I love a good murder mystery. Add a sexy mountain-shifter, bad boy recluse with a dark past and a lot of love to give, and I am all in. And apparently, so are my readers.

They spread chaos to cultivate the people to strive for development and progression, to prevent the world from falling into stagnation. There are many books and myths about the gods and their origin but it only accounts nine gods. the last one named chaos was never mentioned and before long, he was forgotten in the ruins. The last god’s name was Damien. I closed the book and sighed before rubbing my eyes, reading in the car make me nauseas. I looked around the window. I know this road. The familiar trees were coming into the sight. So much have happened since I have come here. I saw the trails of blood spilling on the ground as we take the main road to our destination. Asher looked at me thr