5 Survive Novels & Stories

Unless he happened to see a mugging or murder, there was no use peering out at the New Yorkers. He took a seat across the room, listening to Raven’s ragged breathing. Another Reaper, a younger man, almost a child, Nat admitted, by the name of Striker, sat on another couch nearby, messing with the ace bandage wrapped around his broken arm. He’d have to go without a cast, but since Reapers could heal more quickly than humans, he was sure it would be fine. Next to him, Char sat with a bandage around her head. He realized they’d both survived because they were among the best he had, which didn’t seem to be saying much. Four more slept in adjoining bedrooms making their total casualties about fif

" I smiled faintly. “Aye aye captain,” "Have they found any other survivors yet?" He was asking. "I heard on the news this morning they recovered one more body. Other than that man they found a week ago, he's been the only survivor so far.Others have been declared dead." “Just one survivor so far? That can’t be good,” Evan shook his head. "I know. And that makes four accounted for now. But there were six people on the plane, including Kaden. I just keep hoping against hope that somehow, some way, he's still out there."

Goddess, he looks two years older as well. He rubs his face and I see Mags running with a tray of drinks and food. I quietly breathe a sigh of relief that she’s unharmed. My eyes finally scan the room to take stock. There’s pretty much everyone I expect to see except for Grouch. There are fans blowing, all the windows are open trying to help with the smell. It’s only our own people, no Flies thank the goddess. “Chunk is alive, barely. Doc says the next 48 hours are critical,” Klunk says, taking another drink. I give a slow nod in response.

Holly, ever perceptive, noticed their shift in mood. She crawled out of the blanket, braving the cold, and looked up at Xander with pleading eyes. “Please, Uncle… Seraphina is still alive. Don’t give up on her. Please…” Ivan joined her, his little body trembling. “We know where she is. We can lead you there. Just… just help her.” Xander bent down and hugged them both. “We will save her. But first, we need to wait out the storm.” Hudson and the rest of the team chimed in, reassuring them until the pups calmed down again.

"What was it like? Those five years when you were recovering?* "Miserable,” I shrugged. She hummed thoughtfully. "And you believe everything Valtor told you? About you surviving that fall and the rest?” I tensed slightly. "Yes." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. "But don’t you find it strange?" I kept my face calm. "What do you mean?" She shrugged. "No one survives something like that, Rachel. No one disappears for five years and comes back perfectly fine." I swallowed hard.

The smile on his face faltered a little as he opened a black umbrella and walked over. "What are you doing here? Who's handling things in the pack downtown district?" he asked with a frown. "I've got everything arranged," I said, forcing a smile as I handed him the gift I'd been holding onto this whole time. "I came to say… happy fifth mating anniversary, Alaric." He looked startled, clearly having forgotten it was our fifth anniversary, let alone expecting me to travel all this way to bring him a gift. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and just as he reached for the gift, Serene Vargar's coquettish voice rang out. "Alaric, the elders are here. The council's starting."

" he questioned. Silence fell over us. As expected, the only way to deal with this was to fight fire with fire. "Are you okay?" the system asked carefully. "Can you check if I'm still intact? Or have I already been reduced to ashes?" I asked in my mind. "The good news is that we're stuck in the middle of a plot point, so we're not dead yet." Then, it added sheepishly, "The bad news is that your supposed downfall is coming ahead of schedule, but neither of them has broken things off with you yet. If this continues, we'll be stuck here forever. None of us will be able to return home!"

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

She needed to get out of here today for the memorial. "So what do you know?" she demanded. Kyle was silent for a moment, then sighed. "I was here before you." Natzy's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "It means," Kyle said slowly, "I'm the only survivor from my group. You're the new set." Her pulse quickened. "If you survived, then why are you still here? Why didn't you leave?" "I didn't choose to stay," Kyle said, his voice hard. His hand tightened around the blade.