The Last Of Us Novels & Stories

And Vincent realized too late—that even he was disappearing too. The last thing he saw was the journal glowing in the stranger’s hand and the faint echo of Camela’s voice crying out for him. Then everything plunged into darkness.

After he went back to the bedroom, I opened Serena's social feed. The latest post popped up instantly, "Saw a new star last night. I've got a feeling that it's going to be named after me this time." Underneath the post, her friends left playful comments. "Haha! Dream on! You think you have a romantic boyfriend like Professor Thorne?" "Who is it? Sounds impressive!" She replied vaguely, "You'll see soon enough." The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S".

' I wanted to add but I'm having now difficulties with speaking because of crying too much. "Even if it would be the last beat, I want you to know that it's for you, Gabriel. I love you." And that's the last thing he said before he finally closed his eyes and there's nothing more to feel in his chest. 'Is this really how it's going to end?' ~to be continued~

Marsha glanced at Salsa up and down before smiling sweetly. “What do you think? Just guess. I'm not going to tell you anything except what to do next. I'm not as stupid as Leo, I know that what I hold is not just an enemy that can return to my hands. It's like a bomb that can explode at any time. While I will believe in myself, the bomb will never explode.”

And if the world wanted one more ending? We were ready to write it ourselves. Cassie turned to pack, and my phone lit up. It was an email from an unknown sender. Sender: Anonymous Subject: Burn Protocol Message: If you’re reading this, the last tape has already been activated. You’re out of time.

There were always more. --- One minute remaining. The countdown was relentless. “Finish it!” Isabella shouted at Tamsin. With a final key press, Tamsin gasped. “Done! We’ve isolated Lazarus. It won’t activate.” But before they could react, the screen flickered one last time. The face of Blackwood appeared once more. “You think you’ve won?” he asked, his eyes filled with mocking amusement. “This is only the beginning.” The last thing Isabella saw before the screen went black was the smirk on his face. And then, everything went silent.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

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?

I have bruises on my bruises. "We've fucked our way around the world," I whisper, staring at the ceiling fan. "Destroying her empire one orgasm at a time." "It's effective," Alex mumbles into the pillow. "It's insane," I say. "But... eleven down." "Where is the last one?" Alex asks, sitting up. "Echo?" "Triangulation complete," Echo says. "The final server. The master node." A map projects onto the wall. It’s in Baja.