The Last She Novels & Stories

Her arm dropped back limply. Her vision dimmed. Her breath weakened. The phone kept ringing. Someone was calling her. Someone was trying to reach her. She hoped it was Xaviet. A tear slipped down her cheek, mixing with the blood. “This… can’t be… the end…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. And as darkness finally wrapped around her, pulling her into its abyss, Her last thought wasn’t of fear. It was that of fury. “I’m not done yet.” Then the world went black.

Their eyes met. Through the mate bond she felt him. Weak. Dying. But I'm still fighting. Still refusing to give up. “Yeah,” she said. “I have last words.” She shifted and attacked.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Her voice is almost a whisper. Thalia stops and leans her lips to Magenta's face. Her eyes were full of anger and no regrets. "Because I want to be the Queen! I'm tired to know that I only exist because If you!" She said. Before pushing her on the ground, Thalia uttered her last word of goodbye. "Die!" She whispered and pushed Magenta's body and fall. She tried to grab her sister Thalia but she has no energy left anymore and her chest tightened already. "Ahhh!!" Magenta cried as her head first hit the cement floor.

Mira tried to convince her to keep going, but she just shook her head. "I'm done," she said. "I'm tired. I was tired before we left, and I'm more tired now, and I just don't see the point in continuing." "The point is Karenthel," Solace said, not unkindly. "The point is fighting." "The point is I'm going to freeze to death anyway, so I might as well do it here where I don't have to keep moving to get there," Penna said.

, I assure myself sitting on my office chair turning on my laptop. Soon the dark screen was brighten up with the picture if aurora in which she is smiling innocently looking at the ducks in the pond. This picture of her was taken by Edward two years ago and I had to trade my favourite 70’s pocket watch with him for this picture. “Beautiful”, I murmur looking at her smile in the picture. Who knows the girl smiling and laughing looking all normal in between humans is not just a simple girl but my queen, the last witch on the earth who will hold all the powers of her ancestors in her petite body. The trauma she had to go by watching her parents killed in a massacre led by pack of werewolves in

The woman in the picture was smiling radiantly, but now, that smile only felt blinding and cruel. She sat on the floor with her back against the door, her face buried in her knees. She sobbed so hard that no sound came out. She was thinking back to the moment she hung up my call, cutting off my crying. All I heard was the flat tone of a dead connection. At the time, she believed Mom and Dad were right. She believed I was just being difficult and that the camp would teach me discipline. It never once crossed her mind that the call was my last cry for help. It never once crossed her mind that her one moment of coldness, her one act of going along with it, would put me through that much sufferi

She had rushed all the way from Horizon Pack's territory to see me. We met in college. Back then, she never liked Leo. She always thought he wasn't good enough for me, and that he didn't deserve my love. We fought about it back then, and I didn't listen to her. She didn't come to my Marking Ceremony. I knew I shouldn't have called her. But she was the only one I could trust now. "What have you done to yourself? You're almost dead! Where is your mate?! You always told me how happy your family was. But now look at you!"

[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.

“I punched one of them square in the chest,” I began, my voice low but urgent. “It should’ve sent him flying, knocked the wind right out of him. But he didn’t even flinch. It was like… like there was something inside him. Something strong, something unnatural.” She frowned, her gaze drifting somewhere distant as if the answer was hiding just out of reach. After a moment, she turned back to me, her expression hardening with determination. “I’ve got a silver axe in the shed,” she said firmly. “If I coat it with poison, maybe—just maybe—they won’t be able to lay a finger on me.”

I remember all this while sipping a glass of wine, the best wine in Latin America, we were in Mexico looking for evidence of the Llorona, and I had the idea that that spirit was a Banshee, a female spirit that announces death according to Irish mythology. "Sir, we found information about the Alpha experiment" a man indicated to me as he approached me from behind. I was enjoying the view in the warm place, I look at him sideways and then fold my arms. "I have been falsely led several times to my Alpha experiment, I don't think this one is very real unless there is proof of it" I clarify to the young man. He shows me an image on his phone of a business and automotive advertisement which catche