The Last Human Book Novels & Stories

Will there be another book? Well for all my '1' people, thank you lol. And for my two people, there is actually!? This bonus chapter titled- Bonus Chapter- Zoey, is sort of a pilot for the spin off for The Human and my second werewolf book, Alpha Ace and his Undercover Mate ⬇️ 'Her Missing Pieces, The Alpha's Treasure' Please see my profile for the book. And as you may have guessed, it is Zoey's story.

"The woman Caeser loved was human so one night he lost his control and bit her. Instead of dying, he turned her into a vampire and when they had their first child, the vampire population grew from then. Vampires led the island and would occasionally go to the human world to get some blood. Animal blood was an option, but not satisfactory. And just like humans, vampires are also curious... But one vampire got curious at the wrong place. She tampered with the world we vampires can never experience. The world after death." Alexander stood up and walked to a shelf, pulling out a thick blue book. It had no title or author and it looked like it had been there for centuries. The blue was starting t

Then said something that made my blood run cold. "The last human with that kind of power nearly ended the world five hundred years ago." We all heard the story growing up. The big bad shadow wolf. There was only one person that could be. "The Shadow Wolf," I whispered. The old man nodded. Slowly. My pulse quickened. "So do you have the book?" Instead of answering, the old man disappeared into the maze of shelves. I stood there waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Long enough that I began wondering if he had simply wandered off and forgotten I existed.

He showed me the page of a book with a picture of humans with spears attacking creatures who were half-human and half-wolf. “Eventually,” he took the book back to flip through it again, “werewolves fought back and gradually took control of our society.” He showed me another page, this one with a picture of a werewolf stepping on a human’s neck and confiscating their spears. I barely took in the image before he snapped the book shut and handed it to me. I took it, reading the title: The Hidden History: The Werewolf-Human War Through The Great Claiming. “What’s The Great Claiming?” I asked.

Rivers ran clean, carrying with them the quiet memory of storms that had once tried to erase everything. The age of steel and ruin was gone. In its place. A world reborn. Shifters and humans no longer ruled one another. They lived in tribes, woven together through shared survival, shared myths, and a shared understanding that the world itself was alive and watching. And at the center of all those myths. Two names remained. Adrian. Samuel. Not as men, Not anymore. But as something closer to legend. The Last Architect; Deep within the heart of the old world, beneath a structure preserved not by necessity but by reverence, a single man stood at the edge of time.

We'd love what came next. Until we too chose. Until we too transformed. Until we too became consciousness. Or until we died. Physical death. Final service. Last gift. Either way we were ready. We were complete. We were at peace. Last of our kind. Honored to be. Grateful to witness. Ready for whatever came next. That was enough. That was everything. That was us. Last physical-preferring humans. Final witnesses. Complete servants.

Then Geoffrey just figured out that she chose that place 'coz it is a perfect spot to sleep where their professor won’t catch her napping. But even though the lady loves to sleep a lot, there’s one thing that amazed Geoffrey. “Peter Hemenry said in this book, ‘Man is Man’ page 65, that life isn’t a book. It is to make us believe that introduction, climax and ending in humanity don’t exist,” the lady said to their professor without blinking a bat. Despite being lazy in studying, the lady can answer all questions given to her. ‘That girl has a sexy brain despite of moping around,’ Geoffrey realized.

“No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.” She turned to face them both. For the first time, there was no uncertainty in her expression, only conviction. “Whatever comes, we’ll face it together.” The three of them stood side by side, watching as the city awakened below. And as the sun climbed higher, chasing shadows into corners, the pulse device thrummed with quiet certainty. Not just a tool. Not just a weapon. But a bridge between worlds—human and machine, past and future, fear and hope. The signal endured. And so would they.

When she finished the drink she placed it back down on the table and Valda began. “To tell you the truth I must go back hundreds of years before your Kingdom existed. There was only one place that was filled with life everlasting and the power to change the world. The gods decided to leave just a piece of their power to a being they created to protect the world, us. So before departing they broke it up and made seven precious stones. Each stone holding infinite power. Each person given a great task and in doing those tasks their family received blessings, prosperity, and power. Your Kingdom was built upon this. Your mother’s family has been entrusted with this treasure, this secret, since th

"Mr. Smith, do you know something?" Captain Stone also immediately turned to the butler. "What do you know?" Mr. Smith bit his lip and explained hesitatingly, "On the day when the previous madam was to donate her blood, Ms. Sydney quietly sought out the doctor. I happened to be passing by and heard them talking about drawing blood, and I also heard Ms. Sydney say that it was Mr. Hawthorne's intention, and that she would give the doctor 500 thousand dollars after it was done.