Watch The Last Descent Novels & Stories

In the last few minutes, he was confident that he could survive. It was almost midnight. Tens of millions of viewers were restless. “Ahhhhh, hurry up! The roof is falling!” “The roof is falling + 1” “The ground is collapsing! Bury him alive!” “The ground is collapsing + 1” The viewers were anxious and uncomfortable. They were so angry that they wanted to smash their keyboards and computers. But soon, the needle pointed to twelve o’clock. The game was over! Jack’s voice sounded, “Congratulations, Marcellus. The game of death is over!”

Tara’s p.o.v. I know I should probably eat something, but with the way I’m feeling I lost all desire. Hoping my favorite streaming service will take my mind off of today’s strange events, I settle on the on the sofa and wrap myself up in the soft comfortable blanket that I always drape over the back of the cushions. Scrolling through all the different movies, series and documentaries, nothing catches my eye and with the yearning to be outside growing, I just can’t seem to wind down. With a sigh I untie myself from the fluffy fabric, maybe a nice hot shower will do the trick.

Caleb was just about to curse him out when he noticed me standing nearby. His eyes widened in shock before he wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and stepped toward me, reaching for my hand. I took a step back, and Christopher shielded me. "Natalie, you're back? How have you been all these years?" I nodded, but I was already losing patience. Yvette scrambled to her feet and grabbed onto Caleb's shirt. "Caleb, Natalie's back! Tell her! Tell her you love her! Tell her she's the only one you've ever loved!"

Murphy said and tried moving when his father stopped him. "No son, Silver bullets are only Available in China and the U.S.A" Kane said with Waverly voice. "What should I do?" Murphy inquired, panicking. "Kill me.." Kane said in a shaking voice, staring at his son who held him with his hands. His voice was croaking and he had just a few seconds to his Death. "Dad, I can't. I can't kill you!" Murphy said, whimpering in tears. "Do it now! It's now or never! If you kill me... You'll become the next Alpha" Kane said but Murphy wasn't buying what he was saying.

First Victim: Analise Nesperato, 18 years old. He has curly red hair and green eyes. On probation period for three weeks. The last known associates are the following: Lestine, and Magda. Last seen, walking alone back to the barracks around ten in the evening after having drinks with Delta Selene and Delta Vicky. By eleven roll calls, she never showed up. She was found two days later beside a ravine naked, sliced open from her neck to her privates. All her internal organs are complete and intact.

Why was Verdict sending video files using a large capacity flash disk? His thumb pressed the 'play' button, playing the file, which made all the cells in his body freeze. On the six-inch screen, Arnold Walter's figure looked cheerful and healthy, smiling in front of the camera as if the man was still alive. The man sat in one of his favourite guest chairs, against the backdrop of the pile of his favourite collection of books that he could still clearly remember all the titles on the small bookshelf.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

The descent was not a fall it was a controlled surrender. The emergency lift screamed as it dropped through the collapsing shaft, cables snapping above them like gunfire. Dust and debris rained down in choking waves, sparks flashing like dying stars in the dark. Jessica braced herself over Romeo, one arm around his shoulders, the other gripping the rail with white-knuckled desperation. Miguel stood planted beside her, jaw clenched, blood streaking his temple as he fought the violent sway of the lift. Claire crouched low, fingers pressed to the metal floor, whispering something under her breath prayer or memory, no and could tell.

“I am the Landlord of the North and the Voice of the East. I have come to stabilize the spire.” ​The man let out a bitter, jagged laugh. “You’re too late, Weaver. The Owners have triggered the ‘Descent Protocol.’ The spire isn’t holding us up anymore; it’s pulling the sky down. In ten minutes, this city will hit the salt flats at terminal velocity. There is no stabilizing a collapse.” ​“There is if you have the key,” I said, holding up my hand. ​I didn’t have the physical Black Box, but I carried its “image” in my resonance. I reached out toward the cracked Spire, my gold-violet light intertwining with the flickering yellow of the South.

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?