The Last Of Us Novels & Stories

THE END. He made it 50 meters. Then the sky went black. The Black Moon was in the sky. Not full. But big. Too big. The red beam became a black beam. And everything went silent. `[RITUAL: 95% -> 100%]` `[RITUAL COMPLETE]` The machine exploded. The shockwave threw Ethan and Selena. The last thing Ethan saw was the black Moon. Then nothing. --- _1 YEAR LATER. 2027. AUGUST._

"That's huge, Eli. Did he see who it was?" "Not really. Just a shape, moving fast, dark out. But it's something. It's more than we've had in weeks." "That's really promising." A pause, and I could hear her moving around on her end, settling into something, maybe a couch, maybe a bed. "I wish my uncle's contact was moving faster on the actual footage. I keep asking him for updates and he keeps telling me it's complicated, there's some kind of storage migration happening on their end that's making it hard for him to access the older backups."

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

The room filled with the sharp sound of gasps. Howard's words were crystal clear; someone would have to be an idiot not to believe him. The odds were stacked. "Got any last words?" Howard asked, setting his cup down and giving Wilder a detached look. In a flash, Wilder's eyes narrowed, and he lunged at Luca like lightning. He knew his chances were slim to none, that today might be his end. However, if he could just grab Luca, maybe, just maybe, he would have a shot at life.

she announced. Hearing that call Lesley waved her hand to me. She seems sad, maybe hoping that her partner is me. But sadly not. Most of the students are called and only a few was left including me... And Wayne. "Okay our last pair is" "...Sarah Johnson and Wayne Grayson"...Sh*t. Really?! I'm trying to avoid him but this?!?! "Are you coming or not?"...I heard him spoke. *sigh* I have no choice so I walked along with him and we took the backseat.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

Everyone’s phone went off at once. "What?" Liam’s fiancée, Chloe, frowned, moving closer to his side. I looked down at my phone. A blood-red scale appeared on the screen. [Welcome to The Last Zombie: Final Reckoning.] [Detected: 15 members of the Sterling family.] [Objective: Eliminate all zombies. The last player standing inherits the entire family fortune.] [Current Asset Valuation: $12.7 Billion.] The living room went dead silent. "What kind of sick joke is this?" Liam tried to close the app, but the screen wouldn't budge. "Who made this?"

At three in the morning, my husband, Houston Rodgers, who was away on a business trip, posted on social media. "Three sleepless nights, and I finally managed to snag a sleeper ticket to Daim." My heart softened. I never imagined he’d go to such lengths just to help me get home to visit my sick grandmother. The next day, a colleague looked at me enviously. "I wish I could find a husband as devoted to his wife as yours is." I smiled happily and had just typed out "Thanks for working so hard, honey" when a new post from Heather Conrad, my husband’s female apprentice, popped up. It was a screenshot of a sleeper ticket. The passenger’s name was Heather Conrad. Her caption read: "Thanks for s

I was Mom's tool to coax Hailey to eat. Whenever Hailey refused to eat, Mom would give me a meatball she cooked. When Hailey finally wanted to eat, that meatball would then be snatched from me and fed to Hailey. Mom always said, "Hailey isn't of good health. You're her elder sister, so you must be sensible." When I was eight years old, there was a last meatball on the table. Mom put the meatball by my lips with a smile. As if suddenly possessed, I gobbled the meatball up in one mouthful. Mom slapped me hard and dragged me off the chair. "You glutton! That was for your sister!" The back of my head hit the corner of the table, and the world turned dark. When I opened my eyes again, I