Novel & Cerita The Last City

''I'm not thinking about parties, that will be left for my mother to fix. "The mother who seemed angry at you, the one whom you've managed to piss off?" She asked, interrupting me. I quickly turned to spare her a glance and had my eyes on the road again in no time. It was a surprise that the city could be so car free. This was what people who went home early usually enjoyed, leaving us to deal with the traffic of Arizona evening. "My mother's anger is just temporary, Gabby. She's not someone who can hold off talking to me for long."

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

With Gralyn leading, and his silent cohort behind me to make sure I didn't bolt, we got off the ship with a few other passengers and took no break to continue down the long boardwalk until it was suddenly flagstone; we were in the ruins of a city. "Niburgh," Gralyn said without looking back. "The last neutral stronghold in the West." I didn't really know what that meant, but it was likely no one's claim because of how desolate it was, with rundown stores with front windows shattered, garbage scattered across the potholed streets, a sickly stench permeating the air. But when we turned into a large center square where the shattered statue's shards were left in the dying garden around it, there

I asked, aghast. “At Wit's End.” He winked, summoning a smoking cigar. He took a contemplative drag, pointedly blowing the smoke in my face. “Where sanity ends, and the magic begins. This, dear maggot, is the City of Luz.” The constellation of visions spinning before me made me grow faint. My brain began to process the soaring heights of the city before us. The beauty was overwhelming. I barely held on to consciousness.

" I'm just saying, I don't want to disturb anything, but the city is becoming chaos. I think it would be wise to leave before we are stuck in any barrier they put so they don't let us out. If the country intends to go to war, it will want to keep everyone inside their homes. In fact, around the police station, some barriers to control traffic had already been placed. Humanity was moving towards the end of those punishments. And I didn't know why I felt so heavy and sad. Maybe I already knew that the ending was not as pleasant as I imagined. "Do you think they can do that?" Asked Anne, shocked, turning to Zylah." Will they confine us and wait until they have enough answers to all the bizarren

"Aris? The First Architect? You've grown old, little girl. You were just a child when you 'Deleted' my world to make room for the 'Nursery' project." "I'm sorry, Jack," Dr. Vance said, her voice soft with a grief that spanned decades. "I didn't know they would keep you here. I thought you were gone." "Nothing is ever gone in Aethelgard," Jack the Noir Man said. He turned to the gates and waved a hand. "Open the City of Errors! We have guests who bring the end of the world with them!" ### The City of Errors The city was a sensory nightmare. The sounds of a thousand different deleted games and programs played at once—bit-tune music clashing with orchestral swells, the sound of digital explosio

“Paris.” Leena sighed. “Another beautiful city ruined by criminals.” Ayesha smiled slightly. “Then let’s clean it up.” And with that? They walked into the night. Ready for the next battle. Epilogue – The Final Warning One Month Later – Somewhere in the French Alps A man sat by a fireplace, sipping wine. His features were hidden in the dim light. A figure approached him, setting a file on the table. “They’ve taken down Istanbul. Paris will be next.”

THE FINAL HOUR The city had always been a place of dreams, a testament to the resilience of its people. Yet in the wake of the cyberattack and the recent revelations about the shadow network, it seemed like those dreams were on the verge of crumbling once again. Lysander and Kylie knew that the city had withstood more than its fair share of trials, but now, the real test was about to begin. The forces that sought to undo everything they had worked for were gathering strength. And this time, the fight would not just be for power it would be for the soul of the city itself.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

Emma closed her eyes, letting the rhythm of the city soak in, calming her nerves while filling her with excitement. By the time she reached her apartment, the sky was dusky, the streetlamps flickering on. The small, cozy apartment welcomed her with cream-colored walls and a tiny balcony overlooking a cobblestone street. She placed her suitcase down, exhaling deeply. This was her new life. Emma unpacked carefully, arranging her clothes, setting up her laptop, and placing a photograph on the desk — a reminder of the life she had left behind and the courage that brought her here. Stepping onto the balcony, she breathed in the crisp evening air. A faint violin melody floated up from the street b