The Last One Book Novels & Stories

he spoke the last part wryly as he let the back of his hand rest on his forehead. "You're still an idiot." She sulked, "can you answer something without sarcasm?" "That is not in my core at the moment, please try in another life" the little dragon spoke with a false cordiality, "perhaps this service will be available when Audra Cianci is reborn, have a nice afternoon." "Where did you get that from?" the platinum one laughed, "right, I can wait until the next life so I don't get ironic answers."

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

“Why are your hands so cold? Have you been too tired lately? I will reduce the interest on that debt by another two points for you. How does that sound?” My body stiffened before I forced out a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cardea.” Daniel smiled and patted the top of my head. “Good girl. Come home tonight. I want that pot roast you make. Do not keep me waiting.” Home. That villa on the hillside was not home. It was a beautiful place that felt like a prison. I returned to my desk and opened the memo app on my phone. The numbers on the screen represented my mother’s life.

Bami screamed instinctively. But it was too late. It was too late the minute they opened the door of this storeroom and stepped into this place. It was too late, for he did it before she was able to get the words out. . . THE SEASON FINALE. THE FINAL PART OF THE BOOK. Name: MY WOMAN, MY POSSESSION. Subtitle: THE RISE OF QUEEN LYRA.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

[Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards. [Let's get a divorce.] My phone started blowing up right after.

The Grand Courtyard of Alpha Academy had transformed from a chaotic survival zone into something far more chilling. The afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the cobblestones, but no one was celebrating. A massive, double-sided digital projection floated above the stone stage, glowing in high-contrast neon silver. It displayed the final leaderboard of the Freshman Survival Trial. But it wasn't just a scoreboard. It was an executioner’s block. "Ranks fifty-one through one hundred," Professor Hawthorne’s voice boomed across the silent courtyard, completely devoid of warmth. "Your journey at Alpha Academy ends today. You have thirty minutes to pack your belongings and exit the main gate