The Last Man Novels & Stories

A man. A man with Evelyn's face. And he was holding a silver blade. He looked directly at Lucian. Then said: “Now we can finally begin the last world.”

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.

But it was too late, the small needle hit our neck, and in an instant everything turned dark. My eyelids were heavy, and I struggled to open them. Lifted my hand to feel heavy chains burning my wrists. Emily was still out, Liam’s eyes glowing, angry at the humans. Let us go, and I will not kill you… The man was massive. I almost thought he was a wolf until the scent hit my nostrils, and Minx gagged. Human, you’ll die horribly, we will get out of the chains… Sorry, I need the food. I’ve just bartered you to the king. He wants wolves; we hunt them.

The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke. At the end of his call, as if Jason Smith felt guilty, he added, "I've neglected you lately, so once I'm done with this busy period, shall I take you to see the aurora?" I hung up, and our home went completely silent. Even the air seemed to be mocking my marriage. What a failure all of this was. It was at this time that Jason's assistant sent me a message on WhatsApp, asking in that familiar way what I wanted reimbursed this time and telling me to just name it.

"Conrad, eat. You'll warm up once you do." Conrad closed his eyes. A smile more painful than tears tugged at his lips. At last, he understood. There would never again be a woman named Seraphina who was willing to give her life to love a bastard named Conrad. The gears of fate had locked into place the moment that speakerphone call connected. What remained for him was a long, endless life. One without redemption.

But as we turned to the back exit, I realized the old man wasn't following. "What about you?" I yelled. "I've lived long enough," he said. He sat down on the blankets I’d just left. "Go. Save the seed. The world is going to need a king." The ceiling collapsed. A swarm of silver drones, each the size of a fist and covered in spinning blades, poured into the room. The last thing I saw was the old man laughing as the drones covered him like a shroud of metal. "Richard!" We dove through the back tunnel just as the bunker exploded into a hail of silver and fire.

“Or maybe you’re right. Yes, right to be scared, because today… is your last day on earth, Alpha.” “So come out now and stop being a coward. Don’t waste our time—let us give you a quick death. Otherwise, we’ll send your corpse to your pack as a gift.” Finally, after almost a minute had passed, the door opened. A tall man stepped out, standing beside his car with a completely relaxed stance. His posture was languid, and so was his aura, as though he weren’t being threatened with death by these unknown men. He smirked, his eyes brutal and cold. “Thanks for the introduction. Now that I’ve given you enough time to say your last words, let’s end this once and for all.”

Now completely calm, I began again. "Listen to me. I need you to help me in this. Just this once, please, look the other way, and let me do my last work. I promise, once It's done, I will come back here, and you can condemn me to wherever you want, even to hell, I don't care. Just please, please help me here. Because the man I knew you to be, you would do the very right thing- Save lives. Even if you couldn't do yours."

Some even thought that he was dead. "Why imagine getting down and dirty with me when you actually can?" he said with a smug smile and sent a wink my way. He opened his arms suggestively whilst walking towards me "I would not 'get down and dirty' with you if you were the last fucking person." I said turning back to the fridge. "What about the last vampire in our world?" "That is what I meant dumb ass." "What about the last vampire in our and the human world?" "Nope." "What about the last vampire ever, anywhere?"

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.