The Last Survivor Book Novels & Stories

Forever. End of book 36

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the sirens fading. Elena smiled, tears streaming. “It’s over.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re free.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Alexander’s lips brushed Elena’s. “Forever.” Lila’s smile was small but real. “Family.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in my handwriting: VOLUME VI: THE LAST CODE. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

“They chose our weakest and our most secluded and walked right in, depositing this in the center of the first-floor kitchen. We think they wanted to test its effectiveness and still have a fighting chance should it fail. It didn’t…. we’ve only one survivor left from the home and only because of the fast actions of our pack. We managed to take down many of their kind, but a few escaped and will be reporting on their success for sure.” There’s a murmur and uneasiness as people glance around at one another in scared question, and I catch the whisper of my name on the hushes wave of sound. The mix of both relief that my survival ensured their own Santo alpha, but also the bitter ones, calling me

Which was exactly what we were doing. One last hurrah, one last time facing those that tried to kill us. Facing Six’s own brother. Brother versus brother, and by the end of the night, only one would walk away. It would be Six. It had to be Six. If it wasn’t, we were both dead and they won. They’d find Five and Seven and hunt them down next. However it went, that night was the end of the Cleaners. Quite possibly my last night on earth. I’d been living on borrowed time, anyway, and was actually, strangely, thankful for it. The things I’d experienced left scars and nightmares, but others were magical.

“Men, women, and children were all slain, Your Excellencies, save...for one.” “You mean there is a survivor?” Eleazar exclaimed with considerable emphasis. He eyed Mikha’el and watched how he easily opened his mouth. “Technically, no, this one did not survive the massacre.” “But why do you say so otherwise? What are you meaning to tell us?” Eleazar’s brows furrowed. “The survivor — as you had called it — is a woman, sire. But she wasn’t spared by the attack at all. She died, but the essence of life returned back to her. She lives again.”

Liam threw himself over Sophia as the ceiling fell, as Victoria screamed, as Agent Williams shouted orders that were lost in the roar of destruction, as their baby moved inside Sophia one last time before darkness and debris and the crushing weight of consequences finally—finally—caught up with all of them. The last thing Liam thought before the world ended was simple and devastating: We survived everything else. But not this. Not this. And then there was nothing but falling, breaking, ending.

And the truth, horrible and sudden, crashed through me: “My mother wasn’t alone the day she died.” I lifted my eyes to the others. “She was with one of them. One who lived.” Dren whispered, “No way…” But Kael gripped my arm, jaw tight. “Lana. Which Keeper?” The shard pulsed like a heartbeat. I finally said it: “The survivor… was High Keeper Thalen.” Warren cursed under his breath. Mara stiffened. Dren made a strangled noise. Bastion whispered, horrified, “He was the last person to report seeing her alive.”

But even that supply eventually ran out, and soon, famine spread like plague, claiming more lives. Ezra and Ellery sought refuge on the thick branch of the last standing barren beech tree. The ground below was soaked in blood, not an inch left untouched by the genocide. Ellery, too weak and injured to move, stayed behind while Ezra ventured out, scavenging whatever scraps he could find. Then an announcement echoed through the walls, shattering the haunting silence of death. ‘The gate number one will open for the last survivor.’ The announcement came as a hope to the survivors. Everyone with even the faintest trace of life left in them began dragging themselves toward the gate.

But found life among the Twilight. ~~~ Jimmy fell back against the car as he read the page. “They survived, I can't believe they survived.” Natalia nodded. “I think I know where they went.” “My god, after all of this, to find out they are alive.” Jimmy looked at his wife. “There is only one thing I don't understand.” “What's that?” Natalia joined Jimmy leaning on the car. “Who left us this last page?” Jimmy looked around the garage.