The Last Gihad Novels & Stories

This time, the metal blade began to tremble, as if it couldn’t withstand the prolonged fight. Sir Gelo's right hand, gripping the sword, went numb, and he ultimately lost all strength after being hit repeatedly. The sword flew from his grasp, and he found himself sitting on the ground. When he looked up again, the young man in silver armor had already placed his sword at his neck. The excitement around the field suddenly surged to a whole new level, and the thrilled crowd began tossing flowers and ribbons into the air without a second thought. No matter who they had cheered for before, they now had just one reason to celebrate - the champion!

He began to unscrew the lid of the bottle to pour the fourth glass, before he changed his mind and sat on a large leather chair in front of the television. “Maybe the goddess suspects something…maybe it’s about his late father, or that bitch Seductra. Whatever it is, I hope her Utmost Prosperity will be able to take adequate care of it. He picked up the remote control and increased the volume of the television, as the channel began a special report on shipping activities to and from the United Arab Emirates. “…eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… twenty-one marine aides dead.” She screamed in a fury while watching the corpses of the twenty-one ladies in a heap atop the watery altar. She t

We are standing on the razor-thin edge of absolute destruction, holding our collective breath as we calculate our final, desperate gamble to save the keep. The tension in the courtyard becomes almost palpable, a heavy shroud of dread that presses down upon every single loyal fighter remaining on our side. Gidheon’s finger applies a fraction of pressure to the glowing red activator, a cruel smile stretching across his lips as he prepares to press down completely and seal our collective doom.

I am struggling to stop them both from having a fist fight, adding the fact that Gabby's much stronger than Jackie so I became the sturdy shield between them. "Zack! That's enough!" "This is just a nonsense fight!" Jackie continued yelling. "I already apologized to all of you, but you continued to badmouth my grandfather!" Zack retaliated with his chest puffed out. He tried to push me but I didn’t hold back. "Zack, stop. Gabby, calm down, we have to talk about this in a—" I didn't finish my words when Gabby quickly interrupted me. "Fix this? After what they have done to us?" Gabby shook his head, "I'd rather die! After the celebration, I'm going to leave this goddamn place!"

"No, it's fine. You clearly need whatever space you're taking right now, and I'm not going to sit here and beg you to explain something you apparently can't even explain to yourself." I left before he could say anything else, and I drove home with my hands too tight on the wheel again, the same way they'd been that very first afternoon outside St. Andrew's, except this time the tears that came weren't shock, they were something quieter and more exhausted, grief for a bridge I'd genuinely believed we were finally building.

After killing the sixth prince, I never imagined it would cost me my life. It no longer matters, as the world has finally come to an end. I am free. I, Zarah, am the last human in the area. There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons.

“I was the one you all underestimated.” Behind them, gunfire split the storm again. Men shouted. Tires screeched. Somewhere inside the shelter, someone cried out. And in that violent, sacred instant, with Garden Metro cracking open around her and the finale racing closer with every breath, Elara Quinn understood the truth with absolute clarity: The last war had finally arrived. And this time, she would not survive it by hiding. She would end it standing.

My heart goes out to you. Malik: I'm fine. How are you? Dima: No, I'm not fine. Your voice sounds tired. I'm tired too. I'm so upset, Malik. Ghada was killed. (Dima cries, tears streaming down her face.) Malik: Yes, I heard about the accident. My heart goes out to you. Dima: Can I see you now, Malik? Malik: Okay, I'll be there in half an hour. Dima: Bye

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

Hadi the rebel leader nodded and immediately spoke into the microphone. “Today!” The cheer abruptly diminished and the hands in the air vanished. All eyes fixated on Hadi who was in the middle of the podium with a microphone in his hand. No one seemed to notice Farizad who was standing behind him. “We will fight for our rights! Today! We will get our rights! Today! We will sacrifice our souls and bodies for our future! Today! We will take what is ours and hand it to our future!” Hadi pressed his voice and spoke through his stomach, the tone of his voice vibrated with every single word uttered.