The Last Hope Novels & Stories

The Moonborn. The last hope against an ancient darkness that had slept for thousands of years.

I van says as he gets a report through his earpiece. The last time I got careless, I almost ruined Hope’s life. “Never take your eyes off Hope,” I tell Ivan. “And keep an eye on Xavier Lee as well.” “How’s your day?” I asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek. As usual, Hope has been exploring Miami, just as she does in New York. Anywhere we travel, she would always find the hidden gems and secret spots in the city. At least now she’s with her friends although I’m not sure they’d be able to stop her from getting crazy ideas.

“Oh, I hate this plan.” I climbed into the cockpit. “Then let’s move shops around the world.” Launch: Humanity’s Last Hope The countdown began. T-minus 30 seconds. Vanessa’s palms flew over the delivery ’s controls. “Navigation is locked in.” Rachel exhaled. “Escape trajectory set.” Ethan cracked his knuckles. “Weapons are hot.” I gripped the flight stick. “Then let’s make history.” T-minus 10… 9… 8… My phone buzzed. A very last message.

Not weakness. Hope.

Meaning Chris was his last hope. “Look Chris we’re at the hospital right now and um…” he turned away so Marcus couldn’t see the tears about to fall down his cheeks. “…please man. You’re like the last hope we have left. Not even like…you are the last hope we have. Please. Please just help me with this one favor and I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all. Wherever you need them moved to, I’ll do it…all by myself. Just please…Please help me” he cleaned off his tears. “You know she was like a mother to you too…”

Cruel, cruel fate in a cruel, cruel world. I look up at the sky, seeing only darkness, not even a single star to wish upon for one last miracle, and a couple of tears slip from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks. The cold, unnatural lights from the city are winning, and the night sky is nothing but a dark canvas with gloomy clouds. They say hope is the last to die. Well, I'm pretty sure it is breathing its last breaths now. I'm all alone, and no one is coming to save me.

"That's winning. Messy, incomplete, ongoing—but winning." Hope wants to argue but realizes he's right. They've won. Not completely. Not permanently. But substantially. The Iron Circle is dismantled. Thorne is imprisoned. Julian has reformed. Refugees are safe. "I need a vacation," Hope says suddenly. Cameron laughs. "That's the most reasonable thing you've said in months. Where would you go?" "Somewhere with no politics, no crises, no impossible choices. Somewhere I can be fifteen without being alpha."

The Devourer hacked approximately seventeen public broadcast systems “for emotional reasons.” And Hope— Hope walked directly into the center of the main remembrance square carrying crayons and a cardboard sign. It read: YOU CAN TALK HERE. That was it. No speeches. No cosmic declarations. Just permission. At first people only stared. The square remained awkwardly quiet beneath the fading Quiet Stars. A few children approached the crayons cautiously. One old woman sat near the fountain holding a photograph against her chest. Nobody spoke. Then Hope climbed onto the fountain edge. And softly said:

"Finally princess I am coming for you." People say to not lose hope. But it wasn't her hope it was her last string of being sane which he successfully snatched from her. ____________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Arjuna nodded and gave a small smile. “Hope for someone is something we can't count, we can't ask for it or demand it because it's all just from ourselves. Therefore, it's okay to hope, but on the one hand, we also have to know that the expectations we make of other people can actually hurt them and also ourselves.