The Last Of Left Behind Novels & Stories

“This is your end.” She pressed her hand to the core. The nanites surged. The code unraveled. The system began to scream. And Evelyn’s voice, her mother’s last words, whispered: “I loved you. In my own way.” The light exploded. The core went dark. Aftermath, Back in Morocco Smoke rose from candles as Alma stood by the balcony of Nova’s hideout. Julian approached, a soft smile on his face. “You did it.” “No,” she said. “We survived. There’s a difference.”

"If we’re going after him, we need a plan. He won’t be alone." Adrian exhaled sharply. "Then we bring everything we’ve got." Ayesha’s gaze swept across the room, meeting each of their eyes. They were bruised, exhausted, and carrying more losses than victories—but they were ready. "This ends tonight," she said. A Final Stand The abandoned government facility was a relic of the past, its walls cracked and covered in vines. The eerie silence sent a chill through Ayesha as she stepped out of the van, gripping her weapon tightly.

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.

"How could a nanny's daughter think she can pass off as the Whites' heiress? If not for the fact that she grew up together with my daughter, I'd have thrown her out long ago." Winnie coughed up blood and collapsed to the side. Ignoring the pain, she crawled toward me and grabbed my pant leg, begging desperately. "We grew up together, Amy… You even said you'd always treat me like your sister. "Do we have to go beyond the point of no return just for a man? I was wrong. I'll return Elias to you, but can we return to how things were?" As I look at her broken state, a flicker of hesitation rose in my chest.

His eyes narrowed, scanning the perimeter of the cemetery, his gaze slicing past Elias and the hunters who stood before us, searching the shadows for any sign of danger. The hill. The trees. The broken graves. “They’ve closed the circle,” he murmured. A net. Not a hunt. Elias didn’t hesitate. “Kill them both.” The command cut clean through the storm. The lanterns fell, and the mud swallowed their light whole. Then, like a coordinated strike, the chains lurched forward together, their barbed silver tips glinting menacingly in the darkness. As one, the crossbows lifted, their movement eerily reminiscent of a single, living creature drawing a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come.

The screens went black one by one. The western hub died. Ashley hit the final key. “It is done.” Nolan’s hand landed on her back. “You did it,” he murmured. The last cartel men ran for the trees. BROTHERHOOD members chased them. Vipers secured the supplies. The base burned in a controlled blaze. Ashley stepped back from the console, breathing unevenly. Nolan caught her arm gently. “You okay?” She nodded. He didn’t buy it. His thumb traced down her arm to her wrist.

On the day of our family trip, I wake up early, only to find the house empty. As I wonder what is going on, a message from my younger twin brother, Carson Smyth, suddenly pops up in the family group chat. "Oh, no! I forgot to update in this group chat that the departure time has been moved forward!" The very next second, the message is deleted. I stare blankly at the empty chat, my eyes stinging. So they have another group chat—one that doesn't include me. Still reeling, I get a call from Mom. "I'm sorry, Caleb. The departure time was moved up by an hour, and I forgot to tell you. Hurry and take a cab here! You might still be able to catch up—" My older sister, Carina Smyth, cuts her o

Behind them, the sirens continued to wail, but for the first time, Pim felt as though they were no longer the ones being hunted. They were the ones writing the final, desperate chapter of the family legacy. As they disappeared into the labyrinthine alleys, Pim looked down at her phone one last time. The screen flashed a final message before the battery died completely: SYSTEM REBOOT: 00:01:00. "We have one minute," Pim whispered. "To do what?" Chalida asked. "To save what’s left of the world."

Then a voice came from everywhere. Not loud. Not angry. Not threatening. Simply empty. “I HAVE COME.” Hope looked upward. The voice continued. “RETURN WHAT WAS NEVER YOURS.” Hope’s eyes hardened. “My daughter belongs to herself.” The voice answered: “THEN SHE WILL CHOOSE.” The ground split. A white void appeared beyond the horizon. The Last World began collapsing into it. Adrian grabbed Hope’s hand. “We need to move.” Hope nodded. Everyone began running. But Hope suddenly stopped. She looked back.

“I don’t care anymore. I have friends now. I’m sure you made plenty in London.” She didn’t look affected at all. The coldness of it actually made me shiver. “You’re being immature.” “You’re an asshole.” “Watch your tone. I’m still your boss.” “My apologies, Mr. Montgomery,” she said, quiet now. “Don’t I get a welcome-back hug?” I asked, hoping, now that we’d finally said something real, she’d give an inch. Jasmine Ray and Japheth Montgomery were best friends before they were anything else — before four years of silence turned two children into strangers wearing grown-up names. Then he comes home. As her boss. Japheth is handed a company in crisis, a rival who wants to watc