5 Survive Novels & Stories

I fought, my limbs flailing but the water was stronger My vision blurred. The last thing I felt was the ache in my chest as everything went darker. “She’s not dead.” Dr Vorten stood at the cliff’s edge, staring down at the raging sea below. The wind tugged at his coat, but he didn’t move. One of the soldiers shifted uneasily. “Sir the fall” “Is survivable,” Vorten interrupted calmly. “Statistically unlikely, but not impossible. He turned, eyes sharp and calculating. “Until I see a body, Amara Vale remains alive”

“Five hundred and fifty-six people are dead. Two hundred more are still in the hospital. The doctors are running endless tests, but none have found a cure.” He hesitated, then continued, his voice grim. “The strange thing, sire, is that all the victims have something in common. They were virgins, men and women alike aged eighteen and above. The doctors are certain this isn’t a medical illness at all. They believe it’s… spiritual. Perhaps even a curse.” My jaw clenched. “And how long does one live after being infected?” “Three days, Your Majesty,” Joe said. His voice dropped to a whisper. “On the third day… they die.”

Their breaths came in shallow gasps, pain searing through their limbs, and their faces were pale with exhaustion and fear. Matteo scanned the scene carefully, counting the fallen and the survivors. His eyes caught the five who had somehow clung to life. Oreo, the only one who had escaped, was nowhere in sight. The rest, scattered like broken dolls, were dead. “We’ve got five,” Matteo said quietly, his voice heavy with relief and grim determination. “All wounded, barely conscious.” Milo knelt beside them, pressing his fingers gently against their necks to find pulses. “They’re weak, but alive. We need to move fast.”

Even the leader of the criminals, whose body was half destroyed, could survive—his injuries could heal again, but it would take an extremely long time. “Damn it! I didn’t expect only five of my men to survive. This old man is truly damnable!” he shouted angrily, looking at the survivors. Out of twelve men, only five were still alive, and since they were far enough from the old man’s side, they managed to survive as well. “Sir, some auras are heading this way. Should we leave now?” One of his subordinates sensed a group of people approaching their position. If they stayed here too long, these people might catch them right then and there. It was better to leave immediately than be captured by

"I'll be right behind you. I promise." She hesitated, then nodded and stepped through the door. I took one last look at the valley, at the water, the trees, the fog. At the place that had almost killed us a dozen times over. Then I stepped through the door, and the Siren's Valley disappeared behind me. We were back on the bus. Safe. Alive. Or as alive as dead people could be. The intercom crackled. "Congratulations on surviving the Siren's Valley! Current survivor count: seven out of nineteen players. Outstanding!"

I was unable to fight back. "Looks like you're out." Elstan growled at me. The elder stepped forward and studied my wounds. I hid my face. "Alpha Kaydence is unable to continue. Elstan the choice is yours you can spare her life or you can end it." The elder said. Elstan poked at me with a foot.

she swung her club at the last second. I snapped my legs closed to obstruct but the ball skimmed my feet and rolled cleanly into the hole. The siren blared. “Pod fifteen, passed” The voice announced. My lips pressed firmly as I watched Kim stroll back to her pod, high-fiving Rick in a bid of victory. I moved back to my pod with a resolve seated in me to walk back alive when the dice finally rolled on me. Two players were called next. Pod eleven— The older man. Closer hole. A distraction. He still missed his target. The crows came, agonizing wails wrung out and it ended with another decapitated corpse.

But the way he moved—too smooth, too deliberate—marked him as something other. "You're expected," he said with a thick Scottish accent. "Follow me." "Expected by whom?" Kade asked, hand moving to his weapon. "The Keepers. The last of The Five." The man smiled. "Well, the last of The Six, technically. But we don't talk about Morgath much these days." My blood ran cold. "The Five are alive?" "Not all. Three survived. Three Keepers of the old ways." He gestured up the hill. "They've been waiting for you, Sera Blackwood. Waiting a very long time."

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.

Amelia shook her head. "Yes and know. He's all buddy buddy with one of the elders and from what Kyle has been told they chalked up all the deaths to a rouge attack and claimed that during this attack he found he second chance mate in a rouge she wolf." I looked at her confused. "I was told they met while they were in college." Amelia shook her head.