The Last Journey Novels & Stories

“ There’s nothing left to save.” My throat tightened. “You don’t get to decide that.” “I already did.” He moved faster then. Not human fast. Hunter fast. Refined. Precise. Lethal. The ground shifted again. This time, it gave way. Completely. Mud vanished under my feet. I dropped.

“Still doesn’t explain why I found you standing in the middle of your room with a nosebleed.” “The last pages of the journal spoke about the owner’s last life. He came as a psychiatrist in the human world. He died before he could find it but his last words were ‘train station’.” He waited for the twist. “And then I sort of remembered something from the time Alex took me,” I paused. “At the time I didn’t know it but reading the journal… I don’t know it triggered a memory. Our last stop. It was underneath a train station.” Ryker’s gaze hardened.

We were just a man and a woman, facing the end of one life and the desperate hope of another. The transport began to thrum, moving out of the cooling obsidian cave and back into the relentless red glare of the desert. Flanked by the copper-skinned scouts of the Sun Pack, we began the final leg of our journey toward the Sun Capital. The triage of the south was entering its terminal phase, and as the heat began to rise once more, I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythmic grinding of my piezoelectric heart, praying that the sun would be a healer rather than an executioner.

They thought this was the best way not only to end her existence but also to take part in the world’s most frowned-upon research—the human cloning program. Just to think, they did this to her—her own family, her own blood makes me want to scream until they all bleed through their eyes and ears. Thankfully, during the whole flight, Griffin doesn’t say a word. Probably understanding that I need this silence just as much as I need air. And he won’t be wrong. I need this space to organize my thoughts. I need this quiet to truly grasp what I really want. When the flight lands after four hours, we are met with the caravan of black cars already waiting for us at the tarmac—arranged by Griffin’s PA.

“Wherever we go next, we carry this with us.” Helena leaned into him. “Promise?” Greg turned her face toward his. “Promise.” They kissed again—soft and full of knowing. It wasn’t just about passion anymore. It was about peace. Scene – Final Day in Abuja On the last day, the four of them took a quiet boat ride on Jabi Lake. The water shimmered under the morning sun, and the breeze carried a stillness they hadn’t known before. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” Tessy whispered.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Before she could form an answer, the chair in the back of the auditorium scraped gently across the floor. The stranger stood, and the steady, measured sound of his footsteps began to echo through the empty hall. He walked with neither hurry nor hesitation, each step perfectly matching the exact rhythm etched into her memory from the night before. But he wasn't walking toward the stage, nor toward her; he was heading straight for the exit. As the heavy doors finally closed behind him, Elena released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "He left," she whispered.

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

A simple traveler. Neither young nor old. Neither male nor female. Yet every universe around them seemed to orbit naturally. The figure opened their eyes. And reality froze. The Last Tree brightened. The Graveyard became silent. Even the Void fell quiet. The traveler smiled. Then spoke. "Welcome home." The words echoed across creation. Across death. Across memory. Across possibility. Nova felt her heart race. Because somehow, without ever meeting them, she knew exactly who sat beneath the Last Tree. The first being ever forgotten.

He seized Noah in midair and vanished into the darkness. The last thing Gianna heard was the baby's cry. Then a voice echoed through the collapsing mountain. “Bring me the eighth daughter, and I will return your brother.” The darkness swallowed everything. Ryder grabbed Gianna as the ceiling began falling. Benjamin shouted for Elizabeth. Thomas disappeared beneath a wall of stone. When Gianna opened her eyes again, she lay outside the mountain beneath a blood-red sky. Ryder was beside her. Benjamin was dragging Elizabeth through the dirt.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as