The Last Human Book Novels & Stories

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.

Lucian asks while practically staring into my soul? I shake my head slowly, and he smiles. "I've always pointed out how human he acts. He even says during his puphood; he had moments of human thought...Your words just now made me realize something. I don't have a human ancestor. I am an eleventh-generation Alpha, and none of my family members have mated a human. I am from a long line of wolves mated to wolves, but Kohn isn't. His grandfather's mate was human. The grandfather wasn't the oldest son, so he wasn't my grandfather's beta. But Kohn's father was older than his uncle, so he was Beta. Kohn was born at the same time I was, and we became the highest rank in our generation's puppack. I t

"That was an automated release from the Continental Defense Network. A human military frequency. It was generated by human emergency protocols analyzing human populations." A soft murmur rippled through the group. Kenny slowly blinked, his brow furrowing as he processed the words. "Human bodies are fragile," Alexander continued, his voice steadying, filling the room with a magnetic weight that demanded attention. "They break easily, they panic quickly, and their systems collapse when their central grid fails. But we are not humans. We are Werewolves." He paused, letting the word ring through the dim room.

"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.

And when necessary, I helped. My grandmother had taught me that protecting someone didn’t always mean standing beside them where they could see you. Sometimes protection meant staying hidden. Tonight, however, staying hidden was becoming harder. I sat back in the chair and listened as Fredrick’s voice came through the speaker. The White Wolf was in labor. My eyes dropped to the journal lying open on the table. For a moment, I simply stared at the old handwritten pages. Everything my grandmother had spent years studying was unfolding at the same time.

The queen asked, making herself home on the chair next to mine. I smiled sadly and handed her the book. “It's about a woman, or rather, the last few days of her life before she died from cancer.” “Sounds depressing, and yet so relatable. It's so funny how someone's life could be measured by what she did in her last days, as if she did not live a lifetime. I hope you won't mind lending me once you are finished.” She smiled and returned the book to me. “So, how are you? I heard about what happened last night.”

Their jobs were to protect their Alpha and Luna and to also help with cake duties. As time went on, the humans started to hunt and kill werewolves for sport. The ones whowere able to get away found frfuge in the deep parts of the forest. The last known sighting was well over a hundred years ago {END OF STORY} Ash has gotten older since then and there have been many changes in her life now. Unfortunately, her grandfather had passed away a few years ago, then this past year she lost her mother to cancer. It's been very hard for her nut she is very lucky to have her life long best friends, Kime and Toni by her side.

The author of the book he was looking at must have been a busy man throughout his career and the entries he had apparently written were joined together in no chronologically order, one by one, they all told stories of different civilization that had been buried during mankind's quest for power. As Ifenna stared at the book again, feeling confused and tired, another disheartening thought occurred to him. It was one of the pages of the book that had been written with the title of a man who shared the surname with a woman he met about two years ago. The title of the page he was looking at was written in bold capital letters. JAMES BLACKWHEEL

I slurp its blood completely out from its body as it writher in pain under me losing to the death. I Drag my fangs out from it after taking last drop if its blood falling down from my lips, by licking it with my cold tongue and hum in pleasure. Werewolf blood is tastier than humans but we dont get addicted to it as we get addicted to the human blood. After all our food is human blood not werewolves. “Die you puppy, die”, Edward seethes as he parts the jaws of the werewolf with his hands and separate them breaking its jaw bone giving it most painful death.

"Is this the book you want?" "That's it." Uri happily replied. "Just when I couldn't think of a way to read it, someone stole it." "Fortunately, so let's see what's inside this book." Finn began to turn the pages. Although the ancient script was difficult to read, Uri and Finn understood it. This book recounts the war between humans and demons three thousand years ago. Then Genesis drove the demons back to their dark world, and humans became the masters of the earth. "This is the war between the humans and us; they call us the devil." Finn looked at the words on the golden page and was annoyed.