The Last Of The Mohicans Book Novels & Stories

He fishes a huge dusty book from the cupboard and places it on the table. “You see, centuries upon centuries ago, the realms lived in peace. All the gods did their assigned tasks and together maintained balance and harmony. But then," he sighed and turned to me. “ But then, Nythros decided to become one greedy bastard and demand for the supreme power." “Urgh, what a greedy bastard!" I mutter. “He rebelled against the gods, went to the human realm and met humans who were greedy for powers that weren't supposed to be theirs to begin with. He infected them with his magic and turned them into monsters.”

"Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad." I saluted him. "I won't let you down, sir!" "Alright, get going." Mr. Hall waved me off, sounding almost annoyed. As I turned away, I caught a glimpse. The veteran who had never cried on the battlefield was quietly wiping his face as he looked to the side. – That night, Samson and Celia came home with a bunch of friends. The house was quiet and dark, and Samson was already getting irritated. When he turned on the light and saw the table covered with food, his mood finally softened.

Everyone said that the Crown Prince, Cedric Valerius, loved the Crown Princess, Gwendolyn Cresswell, deeply. Serena Claridge was Cedric's consort. She gave birth to five children, yet every one of them was taken from her by Cedric and handed over to Gwendolyn. Even so, she never cried, never protested, and never fought for anything. She acted as though the children she had borne had nothing to do with her. That was until her fifth child was taken away. Just after giving birth, she dragged her weak body to Queen Catherine's chambers. "Your Majesty." She looked deathly pale, yet her voice remained calm and devoid of emotion. "I have given five children to the Crown Prince. Please... let

Mj looked around with wonder as the scent of wolves from all different calibers of power and age swirled above the now bustling embankment. She observed in awe as very large, muscular young men and women ran around staking stings of lights into the ground. Moxie groaned, and his body language became restless and jerky as the silhouette of an elderly woman with lush white hair and warm but pale brown skin slowly lit up in the weak glow of the strung up light bulbs. As the craft came to a jerking stop, Moxie dove from the front of the boat and landed at the base of the shore, covering his shoes in swam sludge and soaking his pants up to the knees. Mj watched the woman in the rocking chair, th

As I'm done writing, I headed towards the small library in there and lay my things beside as I grabbed a book to read. Finding the one I like seems to be higher than I thought and although I'm tall it's not enough to reach the book. So I keept reaching it. Some books would fall down but luckily I've got quick response so it wouldn't be a mess. I was ready to give up when suddenly a hand stretched out to reach the book I wanted. Is it him? Maybe. I slowly turn muself around and look at the person who got it. "Jerk"....I didn't even know how that word came out my mouth.

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.

I am feeling better now which is why I am uploading. P.S The good news is that, This book is ALMOST done! I am so excited for the ending and I really hope you liked this chapter. The last chapter will be uploaded on 9/5/2020 at 10:00pm Hawaii Standard Time. I am so excited for the last one, because this book has taken me six years to finish. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all are doing okay and is staying safe through this whole pandemic!

"Yes. Its only part one right? The second part is not yet publish. Why didn't you completed that by the way?" "Because I was tranm–transfered here before I had the chance to do so." He answered. "Going back, since the book is not yet completed, I think my mission here is to complete the book on my own. Not as the author, but as the protagonist itself." He said. "How can you do that tho?" "Do you already read the last part of the book?" "Yeah. I've finished it on the bus, before my head started aching." "Okay. The last part is, Isaac was on the pier remember? To escape this country by secretly riding on a ship that will bring some goods and materials to another country."

I flipped all the way to the back of the book, and I came across one of the last entries. Book reading: November 6, 1691 Last night, I was able to see my sister once more. I didn't tell her of what I planned to do or that I had already given my daughter up to Nicoli. I know Celene, and she'd never allow me to go through with it, nor would my little nieces and nephew. I was given a task that I was beholden to, and I believe that I have done my part. I kept my word to my mother, my sister, the lives that I have help free, and to myself. I have no fear in my heart as I look death in the eyes, but my resolve always wain when I think of my daughter. My heart breaks knowing she'll have to grow up

" He had even seen the moment we got engaged. At this point, though, it felt like we could never return to those happier times. It all began when he started putting someone else before me, leaving me in the dust. When he and Janet were together, they were in their own world, and I was the outsider. When they shared a bed without a second thought, that was the last straw. The unwritten rule was clear: a third wheel spelled disaster for love. We had lost our way, and there was no turning back. The professor sighed. "I'll handle this. Someone will get in touch with you soon. Just tell them what you need." I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "A