The Last Survivor Book Novels & Stories

"Now. She's been attacked. The family has been attacked. Mrs. Santoro is the only survivor. She's bleeding out. MOVE!" The framing immediate. Deliberate. Isabella dead. Dante dead. Guards dead. An assassination attempt. An attack on the Blackwing hierarchy. And Novalee, Mrs. Santoro,the sole survivor. The heir. The one who lived through the assault. Not the killer. The victim who survived. Barely, her breathing shallow and blood, so much blood everywhere. They moved. Getting doctors. Getting supplies. Saving her. Saving the last of the Santoro family. Saving their new leader.

“The way to satisfy the shadow is to sacrifice the last soul.” “We thought he was the last survivor so we have no other choice.” “What about you? Aren’t you survivors, too?” “We are tied to this hotel,” a black man joins us and scans the notebook again. “We are not allowed to help you or else... we will not be able to wake up.” He gives the notebook back to me. “All of us are trying to stay alive till morning,” Jane says. “That has been the basic rule in this hotel.” “Does this happen often?” I ask. There must be something that has happened like this before right?

I could only lie there, pinned to the earth, and listen. Caleb walked toward them. His clothes were ragged. His face was thin. He stumbled and fell to his knees, and the rescue team rushed to him. They wrapped him in a blanket. They gave him water. And then the lead rescuer asked the question. “Is there anyone else?” Caleb looked back toward the clearing where I lay. Our eyes met through the leaves. He held my gaze for one long, terrible moment. Then he shook his head. “No,” he said. His voice was steady. Almost peaceful. “I’m the last survivor.”

his mother replied. “What happened to my pack?” he asked. “They were attacked, but no one ever found out how or by whom. We don’t even know what pack it was, but maybe one day you’ll be able to find out,” his father replied. “I love you guys,” he got up to hug them. “We love you too honey, so much,” they held onto him. That was the last conversation he had with them since they were murdered that night. He was smart enough to know that they’d been killed because they told him the truth. He also realized that he was the last survivor for a reason.

- Kaye after the looting, the Lv2 Hunter leaves a slightly larger blue crystal Bhlezy stands with the help of Dessa, and she slowly picks her 5 Fangs of Daruga because of shock, the survivors fall in their knees and tears suddenly show to their eyes "it's over..." "mama... papa..." "my daughter..." like an endless river, the survivor cries to their love ones who had been killed by the Lv2 Hunter the group of Bobby slowly comes forward to survivor "Is this all the survivors?"- Bobby an old man looks at Bobby and speak "no there are still survivors in the nearby houses whose luckily survive" an elder woman follows up it

“I am Lira. A wanderer. I never stayed long enough to be found. I listened. I watched. I remembered names when others forgot them.” One by one, they spoke. A former scholar who memorized rituals because books were too dangerous to keep. A warrior who lost his mate during a purge and never lifted his blade again until now. A quiet man who said little beyond his name and the words, “I survived because someone else did not.” Each story was different. The pain was not. Elise listened to all of them. When the last voice fell silent, she exhaled slowly. “This is what remains of us,” she said. “Not because we were weak. Because we were hunted. Because we were erased.”

For one second she saw the answer he wanted to give the world. Go now. Find whoever had done it. Make sure no one ever treated Cedar Draw’s promise as weakness again. Then Grant stopped himself. His hands opened at his sides. “Who is still alive?” The survivor blinked. Grant’s voice stayed hard. “Who did you see alive when you lost sight of them?” That changed the room. Not rage erased. Rage given a task. The first survivor closed his eyes. “I saw two on their feet.” The second said, “There were more behind me.”

I apologized but he said nothing. I quickly walked into his library and I was amazed at how things are arranged in there... I walked along the walkway and I used my hand to brush through the book taking a glance at them. Then one book caught my attention.. It is titled 'The last survivors by King Jaywon' and there was a stain of blood in the picture... It is gonna be really horrific. I walked to where a reading table was placed and I placed the book on it. And I then proceeded to clean the Library.. There is even a fireplace and I am imagining how beautiful it will look reading beside the fireplace on a cold night. When I was done taking care of the library. I checked the time and it was fif

"She can't be." "There is only five royal blood left in the Aero Edis. Queen Khan Awae being the last woman, her brother Prince Nicholas, and his three sons could be the fourth guardian." King Suxx said. "Who between them is the guardian, that's what we need to find out," Hunter declared. "What help can I do now?" I joined in the conversation. Hunter looked at me. "Find out who the last guardian is," he turned to Prince Marcus. "You two must start your first step now."

"Carriers? You mean you're still contagious?" "It changed us," she continued, ignoring my question. "We became something the world couldn't look at. We were driven out, hunted. They thought if they killed the survivors, they could kill the plague." I looked at her, my heart aching despite the danger she posed. "How many? How many people survived the catastrophe?" Mira looked at me, a haunting, empty smile touching her lips. "I am the only one." The words hit me like a physical blow. I turned sharply to look at Elias. He was standing perfectly still, his face pale as he stared at the faint red marks on his arm where she had bitten him.