Novel & Cerita The Last Gihad

Hadith said impatiently. "Hadith, have you seen those detestable Eastern warriors blocking our way?" The God of the Ocean said. "Leave them to me. I'll make them die painfully in my aura of death," Hadith said with an evil smile. "I'll break the great formation. You guys go in immediately. Leave them to me." The God of the Sun, the God of War, and the God of the Ocean were all a little surprised. As far as they knew, Hadith was not a person who would sacrifice himself for others.

The guards breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve, though the weight of their failure still hung heavy in the air. Haider's anger had not dissipated entirely, but now it was harnessed, focused on the singular goal of finding Ameera and exacting vengeance upon those who had dared to defy him. The path ahead would be treacherous, but Haider was determined to leave a trail of destruction in his wake, his fury burning like a relentless inferno.

For a moment, silence reigned, broken only by the distant tolling of the cathedral bells. Adriana touched his shoulder. “He was the last one, wasn’t he?” Damian looked up at her. “No,” he said quietly. “He was the last shadow. What comes next… is ours.” Above them, the bells tolled one final time—slow, heavy, like a city exhaling after a long war. The Last Shadow had fallen. But a new era had just begun.

Without missing a beat, Gideon turned toward the Heavenly Sword and crushed it into pieces with his bare hands. The impact of his actions echoed throughout the battlefield with two earth-shattering explosions. The intense energy coming from the leaders of both sides collapsed in that moment, creating a deathly hush over everything. Gideon's face was stern as he looked at Blake and Dean. "This is it. The end." His tone left no room for debate. It was a command.

From the mountains came another army. Not Moon. Not Crimson. A forgotten symbol flew above them. The Guardian’s mark. Sera’s eyes widened. “The Last Guardian…” Elara stared. After centuries… The final piece of the truth had arrived. And with it… The final battle had truly begun. “A war can be won with weapons, but a world can only be healed with the courage to choose something different.” The battlefield froze. For a moment, even the sound of swords disappeared. Every soldier turned toward the mountains.

Mrs Habiba said in tears "Please get hold of your self Gogo Ramatu, I know how you feel but know that Allah loves her more than we do that's why he have taken her away from us. So please try and do this for her for the last time" Hajiya Kaltumi said tears streaming down her face. With difficulty Gogo Ramatu bathed Aisha for the last with her shaking hands and trembling lips. Gogo Ramatu couldn't believe she bathed her daughter first instead of the other way round, she never in her wildest dreams thought she would bath Aisha rather Aisha will bath her for the last. But what Allah have in store for them is different.

Unknown: “You’ve taken two. But the ultimate won’t be so easy. We’re geared up for you.” I stared at the message, my clear up hardening. “Let them be geared up. So are we.” The combat towards The Council turned nearing its end, however the very last warfare promised to be the toughest yet.

Hamed’s voice was trembling as he said, “Brother Wade, I’m already at death’s door, so please do not blame me if Sheldon Schulz were to die here!” Charlie felt a thump in his heart, and he hurriedly asked, “What happened?” Hamed let out a long sigh and said, “The government hired a group of well-trained mercenaries from overseas, and they have already destroyed many opposition forces who have many more troops as compared to me within a short period of time. There is an army of around eight thousand men who are less than thirty kilometers away from me now. I’m afraid that I will not be able to make it through this time!”

This was all Adam and I had managed to do with all our strength. Casper was indeed drawn over and walked to the door as if he was being guided by something else, just in time to hear Sydney say to her daughter. "And the last time I made you frame that witch, I clearly told you to fall harder! But in the end, all you had was a minor fracture!

Adrian made a short toast, mentioning my birthday only after he thanked the label, the band, the radio team, and "everyone who believed in the next chapter." People clapped. Someone near me said happy birthday. Lily smiled from beside him as if she were generous for allowing it. Then Adrian picked up his guitar. Lily stepped to the second microphone. The microphone I had used for seven years. Adrian looked at the room. "We wanted to share a new version of The Last Firework tonight. Lily brought something fresh to it, something I think the song needed." My fingers went cold around the stem of my glass. He started playing.