Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

I could feel her resentment, her sorrows, her laments radiating as an aura, bubbling through their skins, stripped of clothing that had been torn apart during their transformation. I approached her just enough for one of her sons—one of my brothers-in-law—to verbally threaten me without considering the consequences. "It's your fault!" shouted the eldest, while the others glared at me with immense irreverence. I met each of their gazes, keeping my breathing calm, vigilant for any sign of conflict. An alpha can be overthrown, but I am not just any alpha. I am the sole survivor of my lineage, enduring what I have termed the Holocaust—the day I became an orphan.

I shrivel into a ball in the hot water, begging the moon goddess that no matter what, she spares my pups. I just want my family to be okay, I want to live the life I had dreamed of living in my first life, but I am no longer Alisa Clark. I'm Alyson Alexander and I have to protect my mate, my pups, and their new rouge uncle, Olivera Inca. Things were just starting to be perfect too. Now it's only darkness and—

“That's impossible. Our wolves, although not able to take control or even able to reach out, can see through our eyes as we grow. Are you sure there are just some things she may have forgotten?” She let out another sigh and stood, slamming her fists on the table. “No, Aleister. She hasn't forgotten some. She has none. She was in pure darkness until she woke up to the sight of Winston on top of me.” She took another breath and threw herself back into the chair. “She was alone for nearly 18 years. She was aware she was alive, but alone in total darkness. And the first thing she saw was that disgusting cretin.” 'Poor Alice.' I heard Havoc say as he stalked forward in my mind. 'Being blocked out

I could hear Scout yelled my name one more time before I closed my ears and decided not to listen. Once I'm on my own, on the hotel's roof, all the questions and doubts I've had for years washed over me. Was Scout right? If he had left me and go to the base with the rest of the team, would there be any survivors? If I didn't get that stupid nightmare if I didn't get that stupid headache, would someone be alive right now? Do I have any reason to be in this world or am I just a side character? Am I only here to make whoever the main character seems appealing? Do I have any purpose or am I just a useless character, made to make life more livable for the main character?

she screamed. I looked at him. His head was injured. It was bleeding too. And the stomach. I couldn’t look at him. He was completely covered with bruises. I felt like I turned deaf. I couldn’t hear anything, everything was drowned out. And the picture became blurry. Everything was in slow-mo. I was shaking like an addict. I felt someone’s hands on my shoulders, then they cupped my face. It was Raf. He was telling me something, but I heard only echoes of my mind. They were telling me: “You will be alone. Nobody is going to be there for you. Lincoln is going to die…”

Just as I have found and vowed to find the descendants of those involved in her death. If her death will torment and suffer me all my life, I will see to it that it suffers them too. I have taken them, their children, their friends and lovers all from the face of this Earth. Obliterating the filth of their bloodline, slowly but efficiently. Only a handful from those families remain, and that will be amended shortly. "Abram!" I turn to see Jonah materialize at the room's edge and come striding towards me. "Yes?" "I have news for you." I raise a skeptical brow.

“I’m just trying to survive, just like the rest of you.” “Why? Why betray us, especially after everything we’ve been through?” I implored, desperate to understand. Alvin’s demeanor shifted, the arrogant facade slipping for just a moment. “After Colin drove me out, I wandered alone, forced to live like a rogue. I scavenged what I could, but the wilderness isn’t kind. Then Ryan found me.”

he whispered, his voice sounding like a child's. I didn't answer. I turned my back on him. He wasn't a King anymore. He wasn't even an enemy. He was just a ghost wandering in the ruins of his own making. Rowan walked up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. We stood together, looking out over the blackened plains toward the dark woods. The ten thousand survivors began to move, stepping out of the circle of ash and into the snow. They were free. For the first time in their lives, there was no Alpha to tell them where to go. No system to tell them what they were worth.

And the truth, horrible and sudden, crashed through me: “My mother wasn’t alone the day she died.” I lifted my eyes to the others. “She was with one of them. One who lived.” Dren whispered, “No way…” But Kael gripped my arm, jaw tight. “Lana. Which Keeper?” The shard pulsed like a heartbeat. I finally said it: “The survivor… was High Keeper Thalen.” Warren cursed under his breath. Mara stiffened. Dren made a strangled noise. Bastion whispered, horrified, “He was the last person to report seeing her alive.”

It was better that way to be alone. “I think you forget everyone is paired with someone,” Father walked with me off the platform. “Being the son of Parisa, the goddess of empathy and bonding, you should know that.” The crowd that watched the humiliation of an alpha at his knees faded. His fear leaving the arena and now blackness became his torture. No longer seeing the light, always being alone. Loneliness was the only way to survive in this world. Mates will continue to bring you down, my Father once known to be a terror in everyone’s eyes, had now softened to a family man. That was good for him, but I could never be the person he now was.