The Last Of Us Novels & Stories

I noticed the name on her screen, and I smiled. "Get to work. We're not in a hurry to arrange the wedding." Lauren left the office, but as a token of apology, she turned around. Solemnly, she promised, "I'll see you at the old home tomorrow." She did not. I was on the couch at the old home, scrolling through my phone. … T-minus, 12 hours. My news app showed me some local news. Felix showed himself at a new project, and Lauren was standing right behind him.

was being drained to the last drop. ​"I have to 'Manual-Override'," Leo said, his eyes turning a sharp, jagged red. ​"Leo, no!" Sierra gasped. "If you go into the 'Kernel', you’ll be the last one out! You’ll be the 'End-of-File'!" ​"I’m a 'Billionaire Rogue', Mom," Leo said with a tragic, lopsided smile. "I always was the 'End-of-File'." ​Into the Kernel

The screen lit up with Holland's caller ID, flashing alongside a wall of unread text messages filled with vile threats, screaming rants, and promises to destroy me for duping him out of his family fortune. I let out a low hiss of annoyance, muted the phone, and tossed it face down on the mattress. Suddenly, a bright blue light flashed in front of my eyes. The system interface expanded into the air: [Countdown to Outbreak: 00 Hours, 05 Minutes, 12 Seconds] [Target 3 Completed: Fortress Established and Supplies Stockpiled!] [Final Target Unlocked: Form a Strong Survival Team with Harvey Spencer!] I stared at the screen in silence, a heavy breath escaping my lips.

And finally, at Amara. It lowered its head. “My daughter.” Amara fell to her knees. “Mother.” The wolf's gaze turned crimson. “You have kept my children from me long enough.” The entire mountain began collapsing. The Last Promise Ryder grabbed Gianna and pulled her behind him. “Get back!” The white wolf stepped into the chamber. Every shadow disappeared. Every flame returned. Even Malachi fell to his knees. But the creature didn't attack. Instead, it approached the altar and gently lowered its head toward Noah.

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

Chris noticed the shocked expressions coming from Francis. “What are you reading there that’s so interesting?” Chris asked. “Here, see for yourself. Look at the project overview, then look at the last page,” said Francis, handing Chris the file behind his back. Chris looked at the cover of the file. [Project Humanity’s Last Resort]. As instructed, he flipped to the last page of records.

There wasn't a drop of blood on her body. "You were talking to an information buyer on a page...somewhat obscure sir, I'm afraid that person is the same one Master Joshua told us about" he confessed somewhat upset. I opened my eyes wide. "Where are they? From where did you receive this information?" I inquired full of desperation. "From Latin America" he replied," we deleted the information on all the woman's devices but I'm afraid they must know the location by now..." Cut the call a little fear began to expand in my chest and when I least expected it some memories crept into my mind.

"This is the end. We end her... for good.” One Last Transmission The emergency console blazed, displaying Natalia’s scarred face, her twisted smile widening. "Did you really think... you could kill me?"* Her dark eyes gleamed... victorious. "This ocean... belongs to me." The Final Flight Begins Rook’s VTOL engines roared, blasting off toward the North Atlantic Trench, vanishing into the storm-choked horizon. We were out of time. One final mission... One last war.

“Let them watch.” He shook his head like I was a lost cause—fair—and then he turned, boots echoing sharply as he walked away, vanishing into the metal gloom. I stepped into my bunk and leaned my back against it, eyes shut, breathing harder than someone who technically didn’t breathe. Leah was alive. Ezren was here. And the game was a lie. All of it. No second chances, redemption. Or return to life. Just bullshits. But there’s a way out...

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs