The Last Humanity Book Novels & Stories

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

Roger knew the secret of the matrix and Kathara's scheme as a "System" that they themselves had implanted in support of that phantom matrix. To modify future events and change the events of the serial killer, balance is necessary. Roger had already left his balance tilted to the left side... He needed that balance that Sara provided him with her selfless and loving acts, which had somehow opened Roger's heart. She had feelings of "Humanity"... He needed her and deep down he loved her. The question “What is humanity?” at first it seems trivial, perfectly obvious and unnecessary. However, if we take a closer look at the popular hypothesis about the origin of humans, we will stumble upon inadeq

Not even remotely. “What kind of joke is this?” I muttered under my breath. I flipped through a few more pages for good measure, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that had anything to do with me or that strange power surge or… whatever had happened. Just random stories, myths, legends… beasts that belonged in bedtime stories, not real life. My irritation finally snapped. I slammed the book shut, harder than necessary. The sound echoed through my room, and a puff of dust burst into the air.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I flip the file open, finding an oddly thin, brown leathered, hard-cover book. Why would he keep a book in a safe? In my curiosity, I crack it open. The first page, typically blank, is handwritten and dated, ′January 1, 2123’—150 years ago. ′The war’s come to an end. The world is no more. The island of Serenity has become our safe haven. With the majority originating from a handful of countries, the remaining representatives have elected their leader to come together to form an alliance. The remaining nationalities will be divided, respectfully, as a race–a Ring. We will live in peace with blood respecting its own for only blood can manipulate itself. With our latest t

"This isn't over. I have resources you can't imagine. Alliances you don't know about. And one hundred years is a long time. Long enough to take everything from you. Starting with Hope." The transmission ended. Hope collapsed. Power spent. Exhausted. "She saved everyone," Trina whispered. "Without killing anyone." "She passed another test," Nickey said. "Protected without violence. Chose compassion over destruction." But as he held his daughter, Nickey knew the truth. This was day one of one hundred years. Day one of humanity's final evaluation. And his father was out there. Planning. Building. Waiting. The war for humanity's soul had just begun. And there were no rules. No mercy. No guarante

Even in a false world, it had felt too real. “Echo,” I murmured softly, “is that how it’ll really be? People turning on each other like that?” Mist shimmered faintly at the edge of my vision. Echo’s voice, soft and echoing, wrapped around me like fog. “When the veil of civilization lifts, humanity reverts to its truest state. You will find both monsters and miracles in the hearts of men.” I sighed. “That’s not comforting.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” I swung my legs off the bed, the cool tile grounding me. My tiny apartment looked the same — the pile of textbooks on the counter, the half-empty coffee mug, the framed photo of my father smiling proudly in his police uniform.

“And live.” The light flared blinding white. “Emergency override detected,” the spine intoned. “Heir issuing final command.” I took a breath that felt like it might be my last. And spoke the words that would change everything. “Protect them,” I said. “Then shut down.” The chamber screamed. The core began to fracture. And somewhere deep inside the spine, something ancient finally understood what my father had tried to teach it Survival without humanity was failure. As the system began to collapse, Elliot ran toward the core, and the last thing I felt before the light tore itself apart was his hand reaching for mine…

I was out of the sheets before I had consciously decided to move, my feet finding the cold floor, my eyes already on the shelves. My thighs felt slippery with my slick, but I ignored it. I had read the dark-spined book last night. What I needed now was something different—something broader. Something that told me not just about bloodlines and goddesses but about the system itself. The architecture of it. How it had been built and by whom and why. Why were humans subjected to being bred. I moved along the shelves quickly, reading spines. Most were the same administrative texts I had catalogued before. But on the lower shelf, pushed toward the back like something filed away rather than stored,

He worked slowly, carefully. They came every week after that. I learned the man's name: Damien Voss. The boy was his younger brother, who had autism. They came from a smaller family-their father, Augustus Voss, ran a legitimate shipping empire, neutral territory. That made him safe, and complicated.

He reads the book Mortal Thing, it used to be just an ordinary cup that was never contested. Until the time of the great war between humans and some demons who opposed. Making one of God's holy creatures have to come down to earth. Gabriel, the angel who cut off his hand to take his blood and put it on top of the ordinary cup. Gives his blood to some people who are loyal to God. Make them half human, half angel. With that blood, their strength was many times more than ordinary humans. Together with the angel Gabriel, they fought the demons.