The Last Samurai Audiobook Novels & Stories

I glanced at the last two chances for forgiveness I was holding onto and finally spoke, "Alright, thanks, professor." Just then, Walter walked in. "Who were you talking to? The professor?" he inquired, curiosity in his eyes. He dropped a bag on the table, the contents hidden from view. I ended the call and faced him, trying to keep my voice even. "Nothing important, just some questions." Walter's frown deepened, his gaze probing. "What kind of questions? It's pretty late for that, isn't it?" I met his gaze, my own brows knitting together. "Just about an experiment, nothing to worry about."

"That was your last mistake." "Actually," I said conversationally, despite the fact that I was lying on the floor unable to move, "our last mistake was probably getting captured in the first place. Everything since then has been tactical improvisation." "You're still making jokes," Jerome said incredulously. "You're about to die and you're still making jokes." "It's better than crying," I pointed out. "And at my age, crying gives me a headache. So jokes it is." Samuel was still trying to catch his breath, but he managed to speak. "Silvia, if we're dying—there's something I need to confess."

My mouth fell open as my tears streamed down on my cheeks. I clutched my chest scarcely as I felt an abrupt grow of pain when a massive emotion brewing inside had exploded. I catch my breath as my tears keep flowing down as if something is stuck in my throat. My lids are getting heavier again. “Welcome home, Amara.” Sam's last words that I heard before everything gets completely dark.

“Finally—“ his word is interrupted by his ringing phone. His eyes gazed on the phone as the CEO is calling him. A moment of silence for him, as he is holding his android phone. His thumb is weak, and he can’t answer it—the call ended. However, the shiver sends throughout his spine when it called again. He picks it up and gradually put the phone onto his left ear. “H-Hello?” he is stuttering as the voice is different. It sounds just like the murderer’s voice on television. Sam keeps on listening to the deaf silence until it speaks on the line.

Yes he was the not the planter to those two fossils and I am happy to have him in my life. Sam I thought would have been my last chance in a man, because he was the last good man in my planet. Yes the last good fellow that shared humanity and strength in the society. But then what happened, yes Sam was good and a loving husband but he was corrupted. Let me warn you children from what I learnt from the big book that said evil communication corrupts good manners. And that was so and the case with Sam, my last good chance of eternal happiness in a matrimony.

"Ravens cry in the night, When someone is gonna die. The devil prepares the graves. The wolves, Heralds of the Wolf God are coming. Footsteps coming closer. The wolves, side by side… They come… They come…" "That song," I widened my eyes. "I know that song." "It will be last one that you hear." "Wrong!" The samurai rushed, I as well. The samurai continued a few passes and fell. It was over. I continued down the road. Near another fork I found the samurai’s horse.

“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.”