The Last Frontier Novels & Stories

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.

​With the Fire-Node secured and Arktos left behind to guide the Smithies in the South, our small band moved toward the third Natural Node: the Silent Tundra of the Far West. The transition was a physical and psychological shock to the system. Within weeks, the orange haze and blistering heat of the volcanoes were replaced by a perpetual, blinding white that seemed to erase the horizon entirely.

He stood before us, his chest heaving, his indigo runes slowly dimming into a beautiful, permanent pattern on his skin. "I felt it," Leo said, his voice clear and steady. "The 'Archive' is trying to send one last signal from the deep South. It’s not an army, Mother. It’s a Call to Return. The last 'Clean Zone' is offering a treaty. They want to 'Merge' the West’s technology with our Marrow."

"The Exterminators are what come next." The silence of the Great Plains suddenly felt much more ominous. The New Frontier they were walking into wasn't a place of recovery; it was a Battlefield of Time. Kazimir looked at Elara, seeing the cosmic weight she now carried. He didn't know how to fight a weapon made of sound and time, but he knew how to hold a line. He stood up, helping Elara to a sitting position. He looked at the coast, then back at the empty, dark world.

They glanced at Kai like they could not understand the language he just spoke. “We need help, as much help as we can get,” he said, “the other part of the Luna Cavalry will take two days at least to get to the war front. The ones there are only a handful left. And I’m taking some men with me on a mission. We need to hold the front or else, we risk the continent.” “I understand, but why us?” Alana asked, “why are you sending us there?” “You’re the most special ones in your generation,” Kai spoke honestly, “tell me Alana, is there any witch with a raw talent like you?” He turned to the twins, “or point me to the person that can win against the two of you in combat?”

I gaze down at the lazy, sparkling river, flowing mutely eastward, and the forests past it that sprawl all the way to the horizon, as far as the eye can see. I know that Salt Mountain, Moon Lake, and Quarry Pack lie in that direction, as well as the forests where the Last Pack live burrowed in dens like we’re told our kind did a hundred years ago. There are human towns and cities, too, teeming with millions of souls starving for connection to the earth and the animal selves they lost touch with sometime during prehistory when they became one thing and we became another. I’ve never seen any of these places with my own eyes, and I’ve never longed to visit like my sister Annabel, but on a day t

They reminded one another of the lives they had touched, the progress they had made, and the countless stories of hope that had emerged from their advocacy efforts. In the final moments of Chapter 85, as the sun began to set, Nathan and Miranda found themselves standing at the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast expanse of untouched wilderness. The breathtaking view served as a powerful reminder of the untapped potential that lay ahead—a reminder that their journey was far from over. Nathan turned to Miranda, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Miranda, look at what lies before us. The unknown, the unexplored. It's exhilarating, isn't it? The possibilities that await us as we continue this