Alone Survivor Novels & Stories

Jefferson doesn’t want me, Allister doesn’t want me, Luna Celine doesn't want me, and even Grandma Regi, who used to be my favorite, has never called me even for a minute since I left Silver Valley. At first, I was mad at her and decided not to call either. I wanted to return the energy while hoping she would eventually call, but she hasn’t. Now, I'm all alone. The only person I have standing with me is Lucrous Zelph, a man who is literally on every Alpha’s bad books. I am not safe mingling with Lucrous, but what choice do I have? None.

He whistled softly as he scrubbed the blood from the floor. "I hope this is the last time I kill someone. No one here knows my past. No one will come looking. If I can live here until the end of the apocalypse, or die of old age, that would be nice." He smiled to himself. "Well, that's probably too much to hope for." Before long, the floor was spotless. The bunker now held only one living person, and silence settled in. It felt almost oppressive. The place was so large that it carried a hint of loneliness.

Even if I knew the story from their perspective, it felt entirely new from his. “Your Aunt Niss is the last Straga, like Yenna was the last Stryx. Even your Uncle Bellamy doesn’t know if any of his people survived. In all of their minds, they are the only survivors of wars and tragedies that they had no say or place in.” My father, Syver is the same.

Marc was completely… alone.

Who do you think you're fooling? The day I was murdered, I begged Albert over and over not to kill me. He asked me if I had any last wishes. I said I wanted to call my mom, just one last time. I wanted to call her Mom again. Albert agreed. He said as long as Mom was willing to trade her life for mine, he would let me live. However, Mom didn't love me. She didn't even care. She hated me. The moment the call was cut off, I stopped struggling.

For good. She would go far away, beyond the territories of any pack, and live as a rogue. She could survive on her own, even if it meant a life of solitude. It wasn’t an appealing choice—being a rogue meant living without a pack, without protection, constantly on the move and always on guard. But it was the only way to truly escape Luka and Alec. She couldn’t risk staying anywhere they could find her. She had to disappear. Elara’s breath hitched as she made up her mind. She would live as a rogue. She would go so far that neither Luka nor Alec could ever find her.

—I won't leave you alone Ana! —I laughed at what Andrews said —I was born alone and I will die the same, you don't have to worry Alpha

He only made him Beta because of tradition, because his father and grandfathers before him were also Beta Males. One of the women wheezed and spluttered dragging my attention away from the mantle and back to my survivors. Tiny droplets of blood landed on her pale skin as she coughed and struggled for breath. She passed away in my arms under the warm glow of the fire. Over the next few days, they passed one by one until only one remained. A tall, dark-haired man whose body was broken than all the rest somehow he beat the odds and clung to life. He never moved, he never spoke, his eyes never flickered but still, I cared for him, washing his wounds and spooning sugar water into his mouth. I wou

Her living room. "Well, my parents are dead, and I'm an only child. So, you don't have to worry about it." "Right, How did you survived alone?" "I'm a survivor, I always find a way to survive. No matter how hard the situation is, no matter how difficult it could be, I always survive." "You do look like a strong woman, a survive. I don't think anything can break you." Amara purposely leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Time has come to move things up a notch. And, as expecte, Rudy graciously returned the favor. He hungrily grabbed Amara's hair, and kissed her torridly.

That must have felt so lonely. "Oh, pardon me, I have work to do, child." Aunt Lou continued, "Just enjoy your stay here, it's been a while since she brought friends over." I continued to walk around the orphanage, every corner was covered with Olivia's paintings. I passed by the rooms and saw Olivia's picture among all the other kids. She was present in all the pictures but the kids that were with her weren't at the orphanage anymore meaning that they got all adopted. Olivia was the only one left.