The Last Word Book Novels & Stories

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

Brenda could barely breathe through her sobs during the prayers, and she kneeled before the gravestone, apologizing profusely. Just then, I shot the person conducting the prayers a look. It was time for us to put on a good show. As planned, the person shuddered. He acted like he sensed something supernatural and said that Timmy had one final wish. Brenda believed him and nodded vigorously, promising to fulfill it, no matter what it was. The person said, "'I want to cut ties with you for good. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore! I don't want to see you, and I hate you, Mom!'"

"Jasmine is dead!" She pointed to the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. With a mocking glance at him, she added, "You really don't want to read that? Those are the last words she left behind for you." William's eyes followed her finger, and his breath caught in his throat as he saw the torn fragments of the letter. The wind blew them around, and through the scraps, he could still make out faint traces of writing. He took a step back, his legs shaking. "No... this can't be real…" he muttered. "She's the woman who outlasted storms—how the hell does a force like that just... vanish?"

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

Opened the last pages and was completely blank. "Why is it like this?" Erick exclaimed looking at them again "Even though neither of us have ever opened this book. We also keep it in a hidden place in this house, because since this book is here. Many satans and demons have attacked. Even before we moved this book, I also against the demons who want to take this. But, why is this book empty?" cried Eric "I don't know!" mumbled Logan "Come on, I think that's enough for now sir. I'm tired enough, and I think Alice and Xander are going through the same thing. We'll continue tomorrow. When the sun is out of bed!" Logan suggested

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.

I found that refreshing. She almost smiled. Almost. I am busy, she typed. Everyone is busy. Dinner. Tomorrow. 8 PM. She stared at the screen for a long moment. The sun was setting outside her window, casting long shadows across her desk. The office was empty. Everyone else had gone home. I do not even know your last name, she typed. Fenris is enough for now. That is not an answer. It is the only one you are getting. Send the address.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

Lysara was standing there, her dark presence spreading out like a stain on fine fabric, yet even she seemed a bit shaken. No one spoke at first. Then one elder stepped forward from the shadows. White hair. Hollow eyes. Skin stretched too tightly across ancient bones. He gazed straight into my eyes and softly spoke a single word, its meaning lost in the depths of time, a language so ancient it seemed to echo with the whispers of forgotten centuries. I didn’t understand it. But Cassian went perfectly still beside me. The elder’s expression held no curiosity. Only fear. Ice spread through my veins. Whatever I was becoming—

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**