The Last Cultivator Novels & Stories

Mom opened the sketchbook, glanced at it, and started ripping. Hard. The sharp tear of paper filled the room. "No! Mom, don't!" I lunged for her, but my hands cut through empty air. I dropped to the floor, shaking, staring at the scraps everywhere. I couldn't even cry anymore. When the sketchbook was shredded, Mom stood there, catching her breath. Then she walked out and shut the door behind her. Leaving me alone with the torn pages. *** Mom's phone rang again. The driver. He begged her not to call the cops. Said he'd pay whatever it took.

He had been actively profiting from my empty womb every single month, trading my potential motherhood to fund the very empire he had just used to cast me aside. I stood up slowly from my chair, my knees shaking uncontrollably as a cold, dangerous fury took over my blood. I looked out at the massive city skyline below, my reflection in the glass looking entirely unrecognizable. The grief was gone. The heartbreak was completely dead. There was only a ruthless, unyielding determination carved entirely out of the ice of their betrayal. They thought they had built a flawless kingdom on the foundation of my silent sacrifices. But as I reached down, grabbed my pen, and prepared to authorize the sec

Regardless, Gerald quickly relit the bonfire before starting to roast the meat over the fire… Soon enough, a sweet scent began waffling around, causing Rey’s mouth to water as he stared at the roasting meat while saying, “This is going to be my first time tasting wild boar!” Disregarding Rey’s comment, Gerald paused for a moment before asking in an inquisitive tone, “…Tell me, Rey, do you know what a cultivator is…?” “…A cultivator…? Is it an item of sorts…?” asked Rey curiously.

The Citadel was a mountain, but every mountain had weaknesses. Elara found her place with Nana Moss and the other growers. They had a small, hidden greenhouse deep in the cavern, lit by crystals that captured and magnified the faint sunlight from surface fissures. Here, they cultivated the last surviving strains of pre-Citadel plants. Elara wept when she saw it. She touched the leaves of a tomato plant, its smell a punch of memory. She began teaching them what she had learned in the Grey Sorrow caverns, how to encourage life, even in poisoned soil.

I chuckled, leaning into his warmth, the magma core reigniting in my chest to keep us both comfortable. "Two down," I said, looking at the empty space where the crystal had been. "Valerius said there were three cults. Where is the last one?" Killian’s smile faded slightly. He pulled a frozen, ancient scroll from his pocket—something he had looted off the Grand Ascetic before the man turned to ash. "You're not going to like this, Elena," Killian said grimly, unrolling the parchment. "The final Tether isn't hidden in a jungle or a mountain."

I was at the end, and I couldn't control my body anymore. I motioned for her to look at my bag. She pulled out the contract, and she broke down again after reading it. "Viola, you can't die! I won't allow it! You can't die!" She collapsed next to me, sobbing uncontrollably. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Only two hours left before I would leave this world. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. Selena picked it up and showed me the screen. [Viola, after all these years of fighting with me, you finally lost! Your parents, your mate, and your son—they're all mine now! You've finally faced the truth, haven't you? In your parents' eyes, you'll never be better than me!]

His eyes met the eyes of the man. Yes. He was very familiar with that facial figure. Levin Cumberbatch. Retired UK soldier who won an award for his contribution to the Afghanistan war. Successfully destroyed the terrorist group there and provided security to the Afghan people, promising a new, free life. No longer constrained by patriarchal rules. The man who was now living his life takes care of his import-export business as well as an investor. Impeccably. There was never a bad rumour that hit the man, but he did read reports from several independent newspaper journalists who reported meeting Simon Clive several times before the independent journalists' existence disappeared. The man got u

"And our commander is waiting at Haven. We came here for the seeds to fix our crops. We are willing to take you back with us, give you shelter, food, and protection." Helena let out a short, dry laugh. It was a cold, bitter sound. "Shelter and food?" she repeated, resting her forearms on her knees as she leaned forward. "I designed the genetic sequence of those seeds, Edal. I held the patents for the soil remediation formulas before the sky fell. I am not a refugee looking for a hand-out in your camp. I am the only person on this continent who can make the dirt grow real food again." "Then what are you asking for?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

I swear to God, if I had known my father was going to put so much bullshit in the will I would have drugged him just so he would write what he wanted and not have to comply with his absurd clauses. Take a deep breath. "Your lineage, your family name, is almost extinct sir, if you don't have descendants, it would mark the end of the powerful Van Hellfrost family," the man clarified. I bit my lip, I did not expect them to refute my arguments in such a way, I was letting myself be blinded by my anger, I had to find a solution and I still had two years to achieve what my father wanted me to do, it was true that only I was left, I was the only Van Hellfrost, I had no other options and the only th