The Last Survivor Novels & Stories

He ran over, jumping over bodies and other fights till he got to her lifeless body just laying there. "I love you, Sasha. Please wake up." He nudged her body with his snout, but nothing. That's when a wolf grabbed him by the ankle, while another bit down on his neck. He became weak in that moment. "Surrender and survive. Keep the pack alive and keep us in your hearts. Save those who are left," Felix said through the mindlink before being killed. His body falling atop Sashas. The pack lowered themselves into submission, baring their necks to the other pack as Alpha Tristan stepped forward from the shadows.

"We travelled here yesterday to await you. We live in Arizona too. We were at the event three days ago, but you probably didn't see us." "I didn't." I admitted. "Yes. We excorted Miss Gabrielle and Mrs Martin, since B3 and B4 were with you and your husband." I nodded my head, starting to understand just how they worked. Christian really didn't need this much bodyguards. But what do I know by the way. I wasn't an heir to one of the biggest corporations in the world. "That's a great team." I said to him and he offered a smile. Aloy was less robotic than the one driving. Moses usually gave off rude vibes.

"She can die out there for all I care." The call ended. *** My body still lay at the intersection. The crowd was gone. Only the driver stayed beside me. My lips had turned purple. So had my fingers, curled stiff against the frozen ground. Dirt and ice were packed under my nails.

Samuel's bloodcurdling scream echoed through the Hall of Souls Clinic. Everyone sucked in a sharp breath. Michelle's cane slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor as her legs gave out beneath her. Jason drew in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock. The reporter nearly dropped her microphone. Even the livestream comments went silent for nearly ten seconds. A hero praised by millions. A philanthropist who was on the verge of receiving the city's highest civilian honor. Yet at death's door, those were the words that came out of his mouth.

With rage. “There is no one left!” she screamed. “Eze was the last. The network died with him. The bomb was the final play. I activated it from the bunker before you killed me on the ridge. The second one was a bluff. I wanted you to come running. I wanted to see your faces when you realized you’d lost everything again.” She laughed again, broken, hollow. “But you survived. Again. Like cockroaches.” Damian looked back at her. “Then it’s over.”

How could there be any survivor? The others were silent upon hearing her remarks. But Beta Miguel was quick to catch on as he replied, ‘‘No, there are actually two who survived at that time. One of whom was already been killed a few years ago during our war against Ezekiel. And the other one is...’’ Beta Miguel took a moment of pause. But when he realized something really grave, his eyes widened in sheer shock and terror. And then he shouted, ‘‘Damn it!!! Everyone be careful. Alert everyone with a red alert. It's that bastard Ezekiel who's attacking us!!!’’

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.”

ARIA I haven't seen Charlie since Enzo took her, I saw them comeback but without Charlie, I tried to find her around but there's no sense, I also tried to call her on her phone but I found out she left her phone on her bag. I was getting worried, I don't want to ask Enzo or any of his friends but they are the only person I could ask since they are the last person who's been with Charlie. I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie.

He was the last survivor of a battle that hadn’t fared well for the humans. Other men weren’t capable of such violent slaughter, were they? This could have only been done by the Hova. As she rose, fighting back tears of hatred, the world went dark again one last time.

His arm had been cut off, his body was riddled with wounds, and he was barely breathing—a mercy left by Phoenix, who had chosen to spare him. The Waker family, once nobility, now lay defeated, all except for Kevin. The estate's guards were strewn across the ground, as many dead as wounded. "Mercy, please..." the survivors quivered, pleading on the dirt. "Take them to the Shadow Sect!" Shylah ordered with a commanding gesture. "As you wish!" came the unified cry from the Shadow Sect's members. Meanwhile, Howard and Yoel, among others, approached Kevin. "Any last words?" Kevin, barely managing to rise, stumbled and fell before Howard.