The Last Survivor Book Novels & Stories

The next morning, ignoring his stern warnings, I took two painkillers and ran straight toward the heart of the ruins. Sebastian told me that if I went out there, I wouldn't make it back alive. Honestly, he wasn't the only one who thought so. During those four years, everyone assumed I wouldn't survive to see the next day. But I couldn't die before I found Damian. By nightfall, I staggered out from the smoke, carrying two children in my arms. Sebastian grabbed the kids to rush them into triage, then glanced over at me as I collapsed onto a cot, barely alive.

Soon after Tsao's group reunited, the wolves retreated ending the battle as quickly as it started. Among the survivors there were few standing, making Tsao realize how close they were to end up among the casualties. When he met bob he was about to fight a wolf barehanded and Anne would have been a sacrifice just to earn a couple seconds more to a lowly scum who wouldn't even fight for himself. Some people were mourning the dead while others walked around trying to help any survivors. Tsao noticed that there were those who would die after a single bite and those who survived even the most gruesome wounds, but still perished due to blood loss or lack of treatment.

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

[Hunter] Other than myself, my niece Olivia Grant is the last surviving member of my family. Everyone else is gone, my parents, my grandparents, my sister. I’ve been her sole caregiver for the last three years, ever since my sister Jane was murdered along with her DA husband and left on my doorstep as a warning.

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.

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.”