The Last Humanity 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.

On the seventh day, she took her last breath in his arms, smiling. Alina sighed softly as she stared at the cover. The only difference between her and the girl in the story was that the heroine had found true love, a man who would hold her until her last breath. Alina, on the other hand, only had a boyfriend to complete her wish list before her own last day came.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

They were surviving. Every place the search teams cleared… Another hidden space remained. Another crack. Another void inside the walls. The fumigation hadn’t failed. It simply hadn’t reached everything. The realization hit me like a punch. The palace wasn’t their home anymore. It was their maze. Their shelter. Their breeding ground. The vision shifted one final time. I found myself standing outside the palace. The building looked peaceful. Beautiful. Completely harmless. If I hadn’t seen everything… I’d never have guessed what was hiding inside.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

“That’s true. The people who have never been in the Slums would never view the Night Walker as an ally after all that he has done. It’s sad but that’s how things are in the Inner City. You can say that they are brainwashed by the system to care for their own survival. Whatever happens to others outside their interest, does not affect them. They’ve lost most of their humanity and buried their kindness to survive the harsh competition.” Nash groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t follow. I thought you said you’re not going to play the hero?” I nodded. “I did but I changed my mind. Taking the Parliament down is enough. When the old system falls, a new one will take its place and t

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

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.

Only absence. The First Human’s voice trembled through the psychic link. *I WAS THE LAST.* The valley fell into a stunned silence. Helena covered her mouth, and Daniel stared blankly at the sky. Even the surviving Directorate agents looked horrified. Ava felt tears sting her eyes as the truth settled in. The First Human wasn’t humanity’s ancestor, it wasn't a god, and it wasn't a machine. It was a refugee. It was the final survivor of a civilization so old that history itself had forgotten it.

When she finished the drink she placed it back down on the table and Valda began. “To tell you the truth I must go back hundreds of years before your Kingdom existed. There was only one place that was filled with life everlasting and the power to change the world. The gods decided to leave just a piece of their power to a being they created to protect the world, us. So before departing they broke it up and made seven precious stones. Each stone holding infinite power. Each person given a great task and in doing those tasks their family received blessings, prosperity, and power. Your Kingdom was built upon this. Your mother’s family has been entrusted with this treasure, this secret, since th