Thelasthuman Stories

Forget apocolypses and nuclear wars, this is a book about how it really ends, about how the world fell to pieces and came apart at its very seams. Like most of my stories there will be music you can play while you read. If you don't want the music to stop while you are reading, use the scrolling method to read. Enjoy my imagination.

The apocalypse has ended and I'm the last person in earth. I have a secret that I keep to myself, nobody knows about it and it's one of my demons if you get what I mean. It gets lonely quiet a bit as well. I wander around to spend my endless time, most shops are torn or broken. But one day I find a clothed mannequin untouched. Then something I never deemed possible happened.

They are strong. Stronger than me, a human. They are mighty creatures who mercilessly kill. They are monsters in human form. Hindi ko alam kung bakit unti unti nila kaming inuubos. Pinapatay at pinapahirapan nila kami ng walang kalaban laban. Sinasakop at inaangkin nila ang aming tahanan. Walang natira sa amin, maliban sa akin. Dahil hindi ko aakalaing.... makakatakas ako. Can I survive? Knowing that I'm the last human alive.

Life is hard for Gabe. Inklings giving him looks. Oct%$%#]s hiding, but except one, and Mission *#&_) #>&". Who Can The Human Trust? Or Maybe... can he not trust anyone? Sorry Gabe is Back again my friendos Feel free to check out book 1 Lost In The INK

Read to find out. :)

Join Gabe a 18 year old human who was put into hydrosleep (a different type of sleep then Judd's). As Gabe wakes up he realizes not only is that he is the last human alive but also found out that the world has changed! Splatoon is not my product it's Nintendo's But I do own Gabe (cuz it's my name and Character you idiot) and the other people? They own themselves ya dolt.

Steve, the man who has fulfilled what he believes to be his life's goal has at last slain the Ender Dragon. Thinking this is truly the end of his story, he slips away again into the vast, hostile landscape of his world... Only difference now is that he is NOT alone anymore... More arrive after his departure...and they all want him back. Secret, not so secret sequel to "The Last Human." After Steve returned from slaying the dragon, earning him the title: "Dragon Slayer," a new race appeared. Well, not entirely new. An old one, actually... The humans are back! Louder and prouder than before. Like Steve, many of them venture out, reclaiming the world that was once lost to them. Others rapidly build cities beyond anyone else's imaginations. But one thing is agreed among them all. They all want Steve back. The Dragon Slayer left the End realm without as much as saying hello first, so they send a small search party to go and find him. Meanwhile, years have passed in the Overworld for the villagers. Tim is older now, and for reasons of his own -- possibly even relating to the return of an old friend -- he too decides to venture out in search for his old friend, Steve. Depending on whoever may find him first, the fate of humanity rests. Action/Adventure Warning: blood, violence, death, and potentially mild gore as well.

In this story you choose your fate! you reader is the last human in a world full of dragons! wonder what will happen? read to find out!

Follow the story of Dylan Rancor in the fantasy world of Arkanthia! ~~(Except from The Last Human Series)~~ "I am Dylan Rancor..." he exclaimed, "...the last of the Rancor Residence! The last of the Human kind!" The crowd cheered, everyone hanging on his words. "Your forefathers foresaw my coming. They wrote about this day before you! The Hour of the Shaking!" Another cheer, this time louder than the cheer before. The screams moved in a wave through the crowd in front of him, like the tides of Grandver Haven. "You all have awaited my coming. You see me as a savior. The one who will end your suffering!" Dylan paused and looked at Lyra. She gave him a reassuring smile. "But... I tell you now. I am not your savior. I am not a slave to some words on obsidian!" The crowd gasped. Crying began in some parts, women and children falling to their knees, men ripping apart their clothes in anger. Rochin was no longer smiling. "Your forefathers were wrong! I am no hero! That day... That day I found out what Rochin did to my father, to my brother, to my family, I swore... in that very moment... I would kill every last one of you!" Dylan laughed. "You were all wrong to welcome me here with open arms: gifts of golden Shecks and trinkets of wood! Wrong, I tell you, wrong." Dylan raised his hand up, everyone watching, guessing what he would do next. "Your prophet was wrong about me! I am not the White Mask, though you believe I am." In a moment of pure instinct, Dylan began to beat his chest with his off hand. "Your forefathers were wrong! I am not the Quake of Fallen Earth, though you say I am." Dylan stopped beating his chest. Dylan put his palm down on the floor. He could feel the stage touching the ground, and the ground touching all the Halorians. "But... your forefathers were right about one thing! I am the Final Visitor, because I am the last visitor you will ever see!" ~~~