The Last Human Book Novels & Stories

I set her on her feet next to me and wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from running. "Hello everyone! Sorry for this last minute meeting but I would like to introduce you all to my mate and your luna!" I realize at that moment I probably should have asked her what her name is. There are a few claps, but most people look at her with confused, concerned eyes. "She's human?" Sam asks from next to me. "Yes, rather unfortunate." I respond as she tries to get away from me. "So you know nothing of our kind?" Sam asks the girl gently. Much gentler than I've been with her this whole time.

I read ' The Last Good Man ' by Patience Swift in my first year in college. What had attracted me to the book was the name - The Last Good Man. I couldn't agree more with Patience Swift that Sam was literally the last good man on earth because it was obvious that the earth was becoming something else. In fact, at the time, I concluded that he was the last man, the rest of us living on planet earth were animals, and the wild ones preyed on the domestic ones. It was evident in everyday life that there were two factions in the world; the predators, and the prey, and every prey was trying so hard to become a predator, while the predators were still on their toes, lest they fall from their status

Killian's chest tightened, Seraphina wiped away her tears, and the Shadow Wolf closed his eyes. And somewhere deep within the ancient darkness, something shifted. Not anger, nor hatred, but uncertainty. The Last King had existed for countless ages. He had watched civilizations rise and fall, watched love become war, and watched hope become greed. He had long ago concluded that humanity was completely beyond saving. And yet, a child disagreed—a little boy carrying honey cake crumbs in his pockets, who hugged strangers and forgave a father he'd only known for days. The Last King's voice returned, softer now.

Ervine said, wriggling her eyebrows with a crooked smile. He was disgusted by her suggestions, “ have fun on my behalf…” he told her walking away. He was walking through the hallway that led to the back entrance when he saw the big bold writing on the wall, ' Historical books Section'. “ Wait here” he instructed a confused Middleton as he walked into the section. Indeed, it was filled with his aura. He walked down the aisle, touching his books which were no longer his. He felt one and chuckled. “ The human race: Extinction or not…” he whispered reading the title out. He had gotten this book when he was still infatuated with humans.

$$\Delta H_{human} = \int \frac{\delta Q_{noise}}{T_{culture}}$$ "We realized that as information becomes infinite, the human ability to process it becomes finite. Eventually, the signal-to-noise ratio drops to zero. Society doesn't end with a bang; it ends with a Global Psychosis where no one knows what is true anymore. The Mandate was meant to be an external hard drive for the human soul. A way to keep the 'Signal' alive when you became too deaf to hear it." The Final Confession

I need the distraction so I clear my throat and begin. “The buh… bee… beast sttt aa… ree… The beast stared into the eyes of his Goddess and cloooo … seeee duhh… closed his eyes … for the … last time,” I say, then blink rapidly. I look up at all the males staring as my lip quivers on its own. “But… wasn’t he the last one? So if they all died who wrote the book,” I ask, since it seems like the obvious question. I flip to the front where I know the name is usually found, but there’s nothing.

The chaos inside my skull didn’t disappear, but it organized itself. The heartbeats separated. Human. Animal. Sick. Afraid. Dying. I could hear a man coughing blood somewhere far above us. A child sleeping nearby. Rats beneath the pavement. Cassian’s gaze sharpened slightly. He wasn’t relieved. He was studying me. Like a man watching a building decide whether or not to collapse. “Good,” he said quietly. “I hate you.” “That will survive.” He dragged Elias’s body deeper into shadow before dawn began bleeding slowly into the horizon.

It isn't the same spiral he used to communicate with me in Alaska, but I know a Thatcher spiral when I see one. I sit down on the couch and wait as Thatcher begins to write in his new red book furiously. He must have a lot to say because it is taking him much longer than usual. Finally, after almost three minutes, Thatcher passes me the book, and I immediately read. "Amber, this is very serious. The world is about to get messy and dangerous. A war is about to erupt between Werewolves and Humans. To protect you from what is to come, your father and I have to make some big decisions. Our enemies are multiplying. You need to trust us and back off. We don't have time to entertain you or answer y

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

"But the containment borders are tightening. If it crosses over to our sectors..." Their voices faded as a group of loud Betas pushed past them, laughing about their training schedules. I frowned, a strange, sudden chill settling over my chest. A wildly spreading human disease? It sounded terrifying, but up here on our isolated mountain, surrounded by ancient wolf elites, the human world felt millions of miles away. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. I had far more immediate, dangerous threats to worry about today.