The Last Human Book Novels & Stories

"You know that. I pull back, a new Alpha rises in ten years with a new appetite. Your grandchildren fight this same war. The ending I am proposing is permanent." "What ending?" He looked at me steadily. No smile now. Just those amber eyes, direct and serious in a way that was somehow more unsettling than the charm. "A Sacred Bond," he said. "A marriage between the Alpha King and a human woman. Binding under wolf law and human treaty. A Human Luna… the first in history. Two species joined at the highest level, publicly and permanently." The yard went very quiet. I heard one of my guards exhale slowly behind me. "You want to marry a human," I said flatly.

“A mere human will never have the chance to step in the heaven. Only Angel’s have the right to be there. He asked what should he do. They answered, be an angel. Then you can be here. But to be an angel, you have to turn your back in being a human. Can’t he be both? The angels shook their head. ‘Will you let me see her just for the last time?’ he asked. They didn’t respond. The spirit who help him is the spirit of human. He don’t have the courage to turn his back in being a human. With that, he give up his love. Looking at the sky on where his only love is, he smiled bitterly. He can’t be with her, he can’t be with his one love. Sadly staring at the sky, he heard a sound of an object hitt

I only drink animal blood if I am desperate. It is only when I feed from a human that I feel truly satisfied, and I believe it is the life force in the blood that makes me hunger for it more than the physical fluid itself. I do not know how to define the life force except to say that it exists: the feel of the beating heart when I have a person's vein in my mouth; the heat of their desires. The life force in an animal is of a much cruder density. When I suck on a human, it is as if I absorb a portion of the person's essence, their will. It takes a lot of willpower to live for fifty centuries.

He placed the book on the table. It was huge and very dusty. “This book has been passed down for several decades, and it’s been left with trusted people who can keep it safe. In this case, my father was the last person to keep the book. It’s called the White Oak book.” He started to open the pages, with different illustrations in languages I have never seen before. “I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.”

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

I flipped all the way to the back of the book, and I came across one of the last entries. Book reading: November 6, 1691 Last night, I was able to see my sister once more. I didn't tell her of what I planned to do or that I had already given my daughter up to Nicoli. I know Celene, and she'd never allow me to go through with it, nor would my little nieces and nephew. I was given a task that I was beholden to, and I believe that I have done my part. I kept my word to my mother, my sister, the lives that I have help free, and to myself. I have no fear in my heart as I look death in the eyes, but my resolve always wain when I think of my daughter. My heart breaks knowing she'll have to grow up

It was a Library—a physical collection of books and seeds, kept in a pressurized dome that was beginning to crack. The Sovereigns have found the Last Humans, but they’ve also found the "Remnant-Pack"—the 2.0s who were left to rot in the real world. To save the future, Elara must now bridge the gap between the "Glitches" she loves and the "Tools" she once hated.

After killing the sixth prince, I never imagined it would cost me my life. It no longer matters, as the world has finally come to an end. I am free. I, Zarah, am the last human in the area. There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons.

Elphames opalescent eyes regard the news personality a bit of disdain, “What else? Humans happened.” Bernie knitted his thick eyebrows in confusion, “Forgive me, I don’t quite follow.” “When we left earth all those years ago magic was sealed away using a special book, the book Thoth. A human found the book and proceeded to decode it.” Elphame’s entire posture indicated boredom. “The archaeological world would’ve been set on its ear by such a book. Why is this the first time I am hearing of it?” Bernie took a sip of the coffee.

Barrister Gauwilh nodded and in about thirty seconds, he was on the podium, bringing the mic (with a lot of difficulty) down to his height, and testing it by tapping his hands all over. “Uhm - Good day all, I'm Barrister Gauwilh Chames. My theory goes thus. Wabrook's untold history - which I was lucky to come across during my final year in Law school at Ledale, tells something shockingly and utterly different from what the general public is allowed - and does know. The last copy, I believe, of ‘The Truth’ by Futoosh McGoweam says that there were other breeds of humans. Unfortunately, I don't recall whom they were or what they could do - for the book was long taken out of the reach of the Stu