The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

She paused mid-sentence and heaved profoundly. “Samara Gianna Van Kirk died at the hands of Hunters. She was killed in front of Qillalon when he was 10 years old. She was stabbed by a silver sword laced with wolfsbane.” She explains with a tinge of sadness in her voice. “Did he tell you that?” Gertrude questioned. “No. I saw it in a dream after I drank his blood. I saw his memory, and it's tragic. I can still feel the despair, the rage, and the guilt he felt that day."

But about other things, I am concerned. Who is Slim? How did he find me? How did he know to warn Riley to treat me with caution? I lay Riley to rest six feet under and cover him over in a matter of minutes without even a whisper of a prayer. Who would I pray to anyway? Krishna? I could very well tell him that I was sorry, although I did tell him that once, after holding the jewel of his life in my bloodthirsty hands while he casually brought to our wild party. No, I think, Krishna would not to my prayer, even if it was for the soul of one of my victims. Krishna would just laugh and return to his flute. To the song of life as he called it. But where was the music for those his followers said

Whoever he is, he has to know that there is a possibility that his identity has been revealed and he is bound to slip up. “Dahlia will remain here with you to assist in pack business. We shouldn’t be gone long,” says Gunner as he grabs his bag. “We’ll be fine here Gunner. Bring the girl home.” He gives me a final kiss before leading his warriors into the woods. Now that Gunner is gone I decide to head to the hospital to visit my father-in-law. Gunner has never let me visit him alone for fear of me trying to heal him and we don’t know what is actually wrong with him. As much as I want to heal him I need to know what is wrong with him first. If it can put a great lycan Alpha down then I can on

I took off my headphone with my right hand and my bag from my left hand and looked at myself. "Howdy-dang! What happened to you?!" Jax asked. "Well. Paints this time" I answered with another sigh. He took my headphone and bag from me as he surveyed me. "This is absurd, it's getting more and more wilder. I'll hold this, go and change" "I don't think I have more available shirts here, it's all wet and soaked," I said while searching my locker. "I have one in mine, I can lend it. Let's go so you could fix yourself"

"Well, Marvin was the very first project of my brother when he was still in Gordon Digital College his final year. On that fateful day, it was in the evening after their classes when they were coming from college, he was accompanied by your sister Chelsea, as they passed through JQ street, they noticed that it had been under attack because of it's environment, black gigantic smoke had covered the whole street, when they inquired from one of the victims of what had happened, they were informed that the street had been terrorised by subject #79 who is the special mercenary for our president, Mr. Gordon." "The reason behind it being!" Chester asked in curiosity. "Well, the machine had been orde

“You wanted to wipe Chantal from existence.” “I did, and I’m sorry. Here’s your Glock—a 19C Gen4. Impressive and versatile. I’m a SIG girl myself, but this is fast and accurate.” She placed the gun slowly on the ground and backed off. “I like the reversible magazine catch—I’m a left-handed shooter.” “Why did you help kill these tangos?” “Because I want to save Chantal.” “Like I’d trust that sudden change of heart.” “You don’t have to trust me. But the longer we stand here and chit-chat, the further away Harris gets.”

He reached for Emma— But Isabella stepped between them. "Your fight is with me." Richard stared at her. "You've chosen their side?" "I've chosen the truth." Richard raised his pistol. "So be it." Before he could pull the trigger— Bang! A single shot echoed through the lighthouse. Richard froze. He looked down at his chest. Blood slowly spread across his shirt. His pistol slipped from his hand. Everyone turned toward the doorway. Standing there was Ethan's grandfather, Thomas. His old hunting rifle still smoked.

"Then, let's give it a try. We'll try to help her." After saying that, I took my son and floated to Casper's study. In the study, Captain Stone and his colleague were questioning Casper about what had happened to me. "Mr. Hawthorne, your wife, Winnie, died from multiple complications caused by excessive blood loss, according to our understanding. I'm very curious... As the wife of the head of the Hawthorne Group, why would she die in such a shabby rental apartment? Especially with the cause of death being excessive blood loss. Could you explain this to us?"

I could put up with everything else, but that watch was different. It was a birthday gift from my late older brother, Norman, who had spent almost six months saving up for it. Two years ago, he was killed during an undercover mission. They never even found his remains. That watch was all I had left to remember him by. Samson was already so unfair. Meanwhile, I was exhausted, and I didn't even want to fight about this anymore. When I thought about my decision to leave soon, I felt strangely at peace.

"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! Then— Darkness.