The Last Gihad Novels & Stories

The guards laugh, like it’s some victory, but I’m not fooled. I’ve been here long enough to know that the real battle is never in the pit. It’s here, in the silence between the fights, when the cage doors are locked and the chains are tight. That’s when they break you. When they leave you alone with your thoughts, with your guilt, your fear, your desperation. When they strip you of everything but your need to survive. And that’s where the others go. They let it break them. They let themselves fall apart. But not Christian.

The war room was a ghost of its former self, a place now filled with the profound silence of a final, unyielding resolve. The maps were rolled up, the strategies memorized, the orders given. The last war, a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds, had reached its climax. Amara and Dante, a formidable partnership forged in the crucible of betrayal and loss, were a single, unstoppable force. But now, they were not just fighting for an empire; they were fighting for their family. The son, a secret for three years, was now a reality, a reason to live, a reason to fight, a reason to die.

The looming presence of the God Giant Statue of Destroyers cast an ominous shadow over the battlefield. The Gaia clan members, their faces etched with determination and fear, knew this was their last stand. The final confrontation had begun, and the stakes had never been higher. Kai stood at the forefront, his eyes locked onto the colossal figure. "We can't let it destroy everything we've fought for," he declared, his voice filled with resolve. "This ends here."

Granthar’s soldiers advanced in disciplined ranks, forcing the defenders into retreat within their crumbling walls. In the thick of the fight, Hugh waded forward, his sword dripping with blood. He fixed his gaze on the enemy commander—now cornered and bleeding. “It’s over,” Hugh declared. The enemy leader, staggering, spat his last defiance. “You think this is victory? This war is far from over.” Hugh answered with steel. One swift strike ended it. As the sun rose, the final bastion fell. Granthar’s soldiers erupted in cheers. The long campaign—bloody and draining—had finally ended.

- I do have one - I don't understand, explain to me, please - I can't, I already don't understand myself, but I know something, I need to clean this madness for you - for me? - yes, no matter what gonna happen, I'll always be on your side, even if I'm dead, my souls will follow you - what are you talking about? - we need to go now - but Jacob, I... - don't say anything, stay safe Layla, I'll find you - what? - goodbye

Bill waited for the latest news from the Kingdom of Hellfric with an anxious look on his face. Meanwhile, in the Hellfric Kingdom, Giorgino Hellfric had just managed to catch up to Jody Gardner who looked exhausted after being chased continuously by Giorgino who strangely still had excellent stamina. "Give up! There's no point in you running anymore!" Giorgino said. Jody Gardner smirked, "You think I'm that stupid to give up when my victory is almost within reach?" Giorgino retorted, "Victory? Don't dream!" "I've managed to kill your war general."

At last, everything is over. The End

Standing at the top of a staircase, flanked by two heavily armed guards. His suit was crisp. His expression was unreadable. “Congratulations,” he said, clapping slowly. “You’ve made it this far.” Fiona took a step forward. “This ends tonight.” Greaves smirked. “Oh, I agree.” He raised a hand— And his guards opened fire. --- The Last Battle Darwin tackled Fiona behind the cover as bullets rained down. Thalassa fired back, hitting one of the guards. Bella took out the other. Marcus pulled a knife and lunged at Greaves—

Indicating they have to fight them if they want to reach their last relic. Smirking at their staggered reaction, Huzefa extended his hand out to those giant beasts, enunciating, “Beyond this point is our last ungodly chalice.”

I said then hugged him, "I wish this one will be the last time we have a fight." "Are you two gonna stand there until we got tired waiting here?" Haytham came over as his hands jammed in his pockets. I rolled my eyes, but two minutes later I was shocked when Haytham gave his hand to shake Barra's. "This will be our last fighting too." Haytham said as he smiled. I didn't know if it was a real one or... but, I just pushed aside my negative thoughts. "Take care of her. This is your last chance." Haytham and Barra was sending each other a gaze and I was just gaping between them.