The Last Human Book Novels & Stories

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

The world’s strongest couple now prepares for a war that will determine the future of humanity. END OF CHAPTER 39.

But despite those measures over the next couple of weeks the virus worked its way remorselessly through the remaining 5% of male survivors. “By 12 noon on the 12th of January 2167,’ said Jessica, as she finished her story, “there were no men left on the planet.” I stared at Jessica my jaw slack not sure if this was a dream. “What are you saying?” I asked dumbly. Jessica took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. “I’m saying, honey, that you are the last man alive on the planet.” I gazed at the beautiful face for a long moment - I couldn’t see any sign of deception there. She believed what she saying. But there was no doubt in my mind she was completely insane.

"A sacrifice to bring her back to me, even if I turn against my own kind. You were the key to making everything possible. Take a good rest now." Just like that he and everyone else walked away as I felt everything shutting down. Strangely, my last thoughts are of going home one last time. My fingers dig into dirt pulling dead weight but I can't tell if my body is budging or not with each pull. Then I notice I'm human again yet another strange thing happening in what feels like my final moments.

Silence crashed across the planet. Because for the first time—. The Observer's certainty fractured. A new level of significance was attributed to humanity and the updated Continuum: Deep connection, Preserved individuality, Decentralized emotional architecture. Not hive mind. Not isolation. Something between. Something new. The Lantern Presents One Final Memories.'. The lantern was lifted by the child again.... The entrance was briefly opened one last time. The Last Revelation of the First Connected civilization was witnessed by mankind. Not their destruction. Their choice.

The last documented case of this wolf’s birth was in fifteen-fifty-five, fourteen years before the werewolf-human war that almost wiped out our species. Below this, there’s a drawing of the wolf in question, standing on his hind legs, claw-like hands wrapped around a human, his muzzle pulled up in a snarl, teeth bared. They walk on two legs, not four? I look back on the entry. They don’t commit, only say that no one can be sure, since we haven’t seen an Ultima in almost five hundred years, and all we have are accounts from humans who are known to be biased and ‘highly imaginative in their observations.’

On the third to last day before my planned death, I would face the world’s cruelty one more time. I replied with care. “Yes, Mr. Cardea.” I let out a quiet laugh at myself. People prepared for a rainy day to survive. I prepared for one to die.

All this while Chelsea was talking to his brother but the one whom she was talking to seemed to be carried away with what he was seeing under the storey building, the city seemed to have no natural light but had an artificial light which had been made to shine through whole times. "Miss Chelsea, two of our own have been killed by the humans, what can we do...can we attack back," Chester was startled by a huge voice that emerged from one of the speakers in the lab.

Alvitir nodded his head thinking they brought in the same news, “I heard, the humans tore through the veil and killed the people of Colaville, even sucking away their magic using a device.” Blood rushed from Kai’s face, “what did you just say?” And now, his eyes fell on the messenger, “Colaville was attacked?” Stregobor frowned and rose to his feet, “wasn’t that the report you wanted to make?” Kai shook his head, “there’s more bad news,” his hand ran through his hair, “most of our men have been killed, the humans did tear through the veil and they had this weapon powerful enough to kill even a werewolf.”