The Last Man On Earth Novel Novels & Stories

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.

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

Now I have to find her a new hoodie, and those were hard to find nowadays. I pushed her and she stood. She used her leg to kick the man in his stomach and I took the chance and ripped his throat off with my teeth. I spat the rotten flesh and faced the last two. The big man hid behind his cronies and shouted. “Leave us alone you she-devil. We did nothing to you.” I cackled and circled the frightened men, who cowered away. It is all fun and games unless you become the prey, but I stopped and strained my ears.

"I hope he can still get you something soon." "Me too. I really do want this resolved for you, Eli. You deserve to actually know." "Thanks. I mean it." We said goodnight a little while later, and I lay in bed afterward staring at the ceiling the way I did most nights now, replaying the conversation, the side door lead, Claire's small correction about her uncle's job, Jordan's distracted, apologetic face outside the hardware store, and I felt, more acutely than I had in weeks, exactly how alone I actually was in the middle of all of it, everyone else in my life either grieving or exhausted or gone entirely, and Claire, somehow, the only person left with enough bandwidth to actually sit with m

I sighed deeply and went to hunt a book, I have to know more about this place and only the books could give me enough insights in that matter. These books are lot helpful than I assumed. Atleast now I have some knowledge about this place. I’m just stuck with the rule. They do sound very good, practically they trammel the people down. What I don’t understand is how is a life in Earth could be a punishment!? Earth isn’t that bad. Atleast they don’t send the criminals, just the ones who doesn’t follow few peculiar rules of Jo-Haan. Even then, if they can’t follow these rules how will they follow the ones on Earth? It’s like they are packing earth with people who aren't up to bend to the rules.

The address was sent to me later by his personal assistant. - It was the perfect place to watch the aurora. It should have been packed, yet only a few people were gathered near the front. "Today's aurora is a once-in-a-century event. Good thing the director loves his wife so much that he booked out the whole place for her!" "Exactly! Otherwise, we'd just be staring at the backs of other people's heads!" I was a little surprised. Jason had always kept work and home separate, so the people at the hospital should not have known who I was. There was even less reason for him to book out a whole place to watch the aurora.

A faint smile touched my lips. Caleb Thorne. The man who remembered the end of the world. The man who looked at me like he could already see blood on my hands. I lowered another seed carefully into the divine soil. The earth embraced it instantly. And as warm wind swept through the valley, I realized something terrifying. I wasn’t just surviving anymore. I was becoming the gardener of the new world. And I had a sharp-tongued guardian watching my back.

He shook his head desperately, not understanding. Liam smirked at the sight of his confusion. “Do you even know who’s standing in front of you?” The man quickly shook his head. “Hmmm… I’ll tell you,” Liam said with a cruel smile. “You’ve heard of the devil, haven’t you? That’s me. Welcome to my hell.” The man’s legs trembled uncontrollably as fresh urine soaked his trousers. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest. He had heard the rumors, the stories of the devil, but he never thought he would face him one day.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.