The Last Cultivator Novels & Stories

Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean. The sunlight felt wonderful. I'd already received what was rightfully mine. I could finally throw away the very last remnant of my old life.

Blade said between the second and third courses, "I've been meaning to ask you about that incident that happened a couple of years ago when those rogues were spotted on my land, near the corner of where our two territories connect." Ellie had been looking at Blade while he was speaking, but now she turned to look at River and saw him clench his jaw. Whatever this was, it wasn't a discussion he wanted to be having. "What about it?" "Well, at the time, I thought it was awfully strange that these so-called rogues were only coming into my territory and stealing from my crops. They took away quite a bit of our vegetables and grains that year, enough that I had to go purchase some from another pac

I kept whispering words of hope and encouragement to her, but soon stopped when I heard the last two statements she made. “Your late father sacrificed me to their cult, as he was about to die, with the belief his life would be elongated. She paused for some few seconds while staring into space. “I know you’re thinking of vengeance…” she concentrated as her gaze on the ceiling. “The only ‘problem’ there is that you must join Ebie before you can be able to destroy them, it’s clearly a catch-22 situation…”

But my parents died five years ago already. I came back to my senses when Enzo tried to pull me by the wrist again, but in anger I pulled back my arm and slapped him hard. He was annoyed and was about to hurt me when Dave and Hayes came to stop him. "What the hell?!" Enzo shouted looking at me. "How dare you—" "How dare you throw away the bracelet my parents gave me?!" I shouted back. He snorted. "Then ask another from them baby girl" "Why don't you do it yourself since you're the one who threw it away?! Ask my parents and follow them 6ft under the ground!" I shouted and walked to the tall grass to search.

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!”

"It is the way of life, Maru. The weak perishes while the strong lives on. To use what's available for the sake of surviving and to grab for the limited resources out there with one's own hands, it is the behavior of a true cultivator. Nobody wants to get stepped upon or taken advantage of. This is why we cultivators fight." Fade answered in length and said her beliefs about how this world works.

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

I struggled to escape from their grips and slammed into the door, opening it and jumping into the pool in a few strides. Everyone standing on dry land started criticizing. "What's with the act? Everyone is at the parent-teacher meeting, and no child would ever come here when it's so remote." "Yeah. Especially when it's so dark. We don't see anyone in there at all." "Well, Joe Langdon is a drama queen by nature. He's just trying to attract some attention after getting his divorce." Janine frowned as she listened to everyone talking away, and felt annoyed when she saw the ripples on the surface of the pool. "Stop your act, Joe. I'll count to three, and if you don't get out of the water by then

Marcus coughed again before whispering, "Edward..." "...isn't the last one." Oliver frowned. "What do you mean?" Marcus forced himself to speak. "There are..." "...three more." Emma's eyes widened. "Three more what?" Marcus looked at her one last time. "Three founders..." "They created everything together." "Edward..." "...was only one of them." His hand fell limply to the ground. His eyes stared into the darkness. Marcus Kane was dead. Silence filled the chamber for only a moment. Then another massive section of the ceiling collapsed.

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.