The Last Human Book Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

It would not be easy. Because the final chapters were not about defeating an enemy. They were about answering a question. What does humanity become… When no one is left to decide for it?

A gentle kiss was placed on her forehead, and even though she desperately wanted to see what was happening, she could hear the faint voices of her mother, father, grandmother, Ava, and Louisa entering the room just before she lost consciousness. THE END Yes! Finally, fam. We made it through. I almost wish it didn't have to end. To my loyal readers, you all are the best. If you want Louisa and Ava's story, the vampire story, or the Red ones story, let me know in the comments. Share your thoughts, everyone. I can't wait to read your feedback.

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.