The Last Survivor Novels & Stories

Alec said, behind me. “I’m not sure what to tell you. There isn’t some big truth bomb. Vin was just trying to take everything Darin had built. He would had lost it all if it wasn’t for Joe but I wasn’t privy to any of that.” “Is there anyone else that is still alive that would come back to try to kill Penny?” I asked. “No. I’m the last person. Though, the warriors might still hold a grudge but I haven’t talk to any of them.”

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.

"You need surgery immediately. Give us your next of kin's phone number." As his consciousness drifted in and out, his unfocused gaze gradually lost all clarity. "My wife... Cameron Webster..." Fortunately, he could still remember my phone number by heart. Unfortunately, when the doctor called me, my phone was turned off.

he admits, “but I feel if that were the case, wouldn’t it happen at different stages for each patient instead of at once?” Nodding, I consider his words as memories of that large ball of darknes hit me. Could it have something to do with that? Did this mean that anyone infected would disappear when the source did too? But if that were the case, why was Anthrose still here? Could it possibly be because the woman absorbed some of the darkness from him? “Are there any other survivors?” I ask as an idea begins to grow. “One that may have been newly infected?” “None,” healer Murdoch admits. “Anthrose is the soul survivor.”

“Look at me, okay. It’s done. You’re safe now. We destroyed it. You destroyed it.” I went calm, but my chest ached. “What about Davina?” “Unfortunately…” He didn’t need to finish for me to understand the message he was trying to communicate. Davina didn’t make it. And I wanted her to be with us after all of this is over, before she gets back to the other side. My chest tightened, and a tear dropped. “It’s okay, alright?” Lloyd said. “What matters is that every living person survived.” “Lena, Xavier, Ragnar and…”

“I am the son of Alpha Christian Stoneclaw of the StoneClaw pack, and I need your help.” I stood up, but Thane’s hands stopped me as he hesitantly approached the man. “What happened, sir?” The man fell to his knees, looking like he might faint right then and there. “My pack… everyone… they were killed. Fire… that’s all I saw.” His voice was weak, but with a stare towards my direction, he said. “I am Steven Stoneclaw, the last survivor of the StoneClaw pack.”

After killing the sixth prince, I never imagined it would cost me my life. It no longer matters, as the world has finally come to an end. I am free. I, Zarah, am the last human in the area. There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons.

I cursed. WE hurried to the studio and to our surprise we heard her complete the news. Who is the one that survived? From what I can remember James only dropped Tasha here, I liked the old man but for my friend’s sake I wished he wasn’t the one who survived today. “Nathan Dominic was on an accident and the medics confirm only one living patient who is in critical condition and one death.”

Josh was the only hope, and she knows that he has been trying his hardest to get something. When they finally reached the parking lot, Josh started pacing. "Josh?" Ava said anxiously. Josh comes to a halt and stares at her. "You do know that there are only twenty-one people that survived, right?" Ava nodded. She knew it from the news, but there was never any information of identities. "I got the list of the survivors," Ava's face lit up. "But only the surnames." "Please tell me there are Blackwells," she said, her eyes brimming with tears.

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.