The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

"Then I'm sorry to say, but she's really gone. Her cause of death was Silverthorn Wolfsbane poisoning, which is a slow-acting poison. She took a potent painkiller for it, which led to organ failure and her eventual death." The officer shook his head again and added, "The doctors said she might've lasted months longer if she hadn't taken the painkiller. Or if she'd had access to a Miracle Elixir, that could've neutralized the toxin entirely. But it's too late to talk about that now." My world spun at the officer's words. A Miracle Elixir. A cure we could have gotten for her. It was me. No, us. We had starved her of hope. We as good as killed her ourselves!

" You got what you wanted. You killed everyone I loved and destroyed my life. Just end this already. Just kill me. I don't wish to be alive anymore." Without Drakoen giving the order, Mercedes went over to Connor and bent to his level. Connor just stared at her and didn't even resist or try to attack her when she was so close to him. She was the one who killed everyone after all, but Connor knew there was no point in trying to fight back. His fate was sealed either way. Looking deep into his eyes, she could see the deep sorrow that he was feeling. The burning anguish that was eating him alive. He was already a dead man. It couldn't hurt to grant him his last wish. She raised her hand and pla

I muttered. I stood there, panting, surveying the scene of my victory. The only figure left standing was the assassin, lurking just outside the warehouse. We locked eyes, and a cold smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I took a step forward, the pistol still firmly in my hand, its weight reassuring. "You're the last one standing," I said, my voice filled with a mixture of triumph and defiance. "It's time to finish this." The assassin stared back, his expression unreadable behind the mask. Without a word, he slowly reached for his own weapon. I tightened my grip, ready for the final showdown that would determine the fate of our deadly game.

My voice was very calm. "You just never came looking for me. You never even asked." Griffin's lips were shaking. His gaze traveled from the scars on my face to the grease-stained coveralls I was wearing, and then to my rough, cracked hands. "You... Ten years... You've been here this whole time?" "Yes. I spend my days saving people.” I looked into his eyes. "Unlike someone who even refused to save his own son." Griffin was silent for a long time before he finally managed to speak. "Maren, I know I failed Robb. But he's already gone. There's a living person down there right now."

That was not the Morgan who made me instant noodles. The real her had turned to ashes. Even her reputation after death had become a tool her son used to trap me. “Have some water.” A glass was handed to me. In front of all the guests, Daniel continued to act like a patient and generous host. “Mira, I know you feel guilty. The dead cannot return. Mom would not want to see you like this.” His voice sounded gentle, but his eyes held a warning, as if he said, “Drink it. Accept this story. Accept your place.”

Now, will she choose Nolan or you? Nolan, I said, is her mate, but Domus, you will die screaming in pain. She will have no mercy for you. He hit me hard. I started to get dizzy. Nolan gave me a glance; he meant, " Be strong. What is your overall plan, Domus? Kill us all, rule the last pack? Must I tell you my plans, Nolan? I don’t recall you being in this pack anymore. Ran off with Hunter’s woman and child. Where’s your human now?

“Now that I finally get the chance, I’m going to enjoy it… to make up for all those years.” I almost laughed. Almost. I grabbed another glass and poured myself a drink. “Don’t get used to it.” “Too late.” We drank. Silence settled between us. Then I spoke. “Why do you think those gunmen were after us?” Henry shrugged. “Could be business.” “Moretti?” “Maybe. Or someone who doesn’t want you dealing in wolf territory.” I stood up, pacing. “They were trying to kill me.” “Yes.” “Today could have been my last day.”

"The Wolfe family was powerful. Your mother knew it. I knew it. They had something we needed, and they refused to share it." "So you burned them." "I protected what was mine." Dante stepped around Fenris, positioning himself between his son and the window. His gray eyes were hard, unforgiving. "And I will do it again if I have to. But first, I need you to find the last heir." Fenris met his father's gaze. "Why?" "She is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie us to the fire." "The fire was eight years ago. The police closed the case. No one is looking."

The moment a gunman rounded the corner, Dino fired. A body dropped. The others hesitated. Elena had picked up a discarded metal pipe. Another gunman charged—she swung hard. The pipe cracked against his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. Dino smirked. She was learning. The Last Move The last gunman lifted his rifle— Before a sharp whistle cut through the air. A silenced shot struck him between the eyes. Dino spun around. A new figure stood at the end of the alley, lowering a sniper rifle. The man stepped forward, his face revealed under the streetlights.

"You won't shoot me. You need me alive or this whole game ends." His smile faded. "You think you're so smart." He cocked the gun. I heard a noise behind me. A soft whisper of wind against metal. Backup? I didn’t dare look. "One last chance," I said. "Let them go. We can end this without more blood." He raised the gun. The shot rang out. It took me a full second to register the pain. I stumbled, gasped. Fell to my knees. The world tilted. The last thing I heard was Sage’s voice shouting my name.