Books About Island Survival Novels & Stories

Only two executives are left until we reach the top of the food chain. I hear the sounds of machines as I look over at Kendall's side; sparks of blue light appear on or off as she works on another one of her crazy gadgets. I went through my head, figuring out the purpose of the island Eva purchased. She calls it Paradise Island, a small island off the coast of the Caribbean. Our air support captured the island unseen, and it only captured a small hut and no visual of Hugo or Eva. "What the hell is on that island?" I mumbled. I rub my head before my brain can be fried from all this thinking.

“You have to let me go. I need to understand what happened in my homeland. I need to find my people and make sure they are safe.” “Well, I think you can find out what happened from your parents, and as far as whether or not your people are safe, Isla, I’m sorry… but they’re not. They couldn’t possibly be. The war that happened there was violent and all-consuming. It was a total war where nothing was spared, and those who didn’t escape to other lands before the war broke out are most certainly dead. The island is all but abandoned now. Only a few rogues live there, and it’s practically uninhabitable because of the mass burnings that destroyed all of the buildings and the natural resources. So

The past couple of days had them finding out more and more shocking details on the island, the number of crazy things that were being discovered here was shocking, the most shocking was the number of unidentified remains of dead people, it was alarming the number but he was already prepared for it, yes, Annette’s diary and Annabelle’s story gave in a clue that each discovery proved to be true, each new findings made it even more emotional the kind of things the women went through but it was all over now. “Stay safe out there,” He called out as a finally greeting as he headed to the spot used as a terminal, he looked back as he got closer, the island was now a deserted place, it wasn’t fit fo

Bryce snorted, and I shook my head. I re-visited the Island to ensure the supplies that would last for weeks were intact. Everything is good. Solar panels were on, and everything around was working well. You can walk around the entire Island for half a day around the dot. It has all the amenities you need, and food around is accessible. Suppose you know how to catch fish traditionally, then you can survive. “You must go to Russia soon, Xavion, for the head council meeting. All your elders are expecting you.”

“Sir, take a look around! This is a deserted island! What’s so fun about this? What about food and shelter?” Accustomed to the conveniences of modern life, Dean had never imagined himself stranded in such a remote, isolated place. His mind raced with a dozen questions—no signal, no internet, no way to ask for help. What was this man thinking? How were they going to survive out here?

A man stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. He moved closer to us, his hand clenched around a piece of wood. "Who are you?" His voice was sharp, his eyes daring us to step forward. We stepped back immediately. Azriel held his hands in the air. "There was a plane crash," Azriel started slowly, trying to sound harmless. "We're the only survivors. We've been trapped on this island for over a month now. We mean no harm." The man's expression softened, just slightly. He glanced back at the others, then gestured for us to follow. "Come. You look like you haven't eaten properly in weeks."

I say to no one in particular, he was already gone. The island is surrounded by a vast amount of water and not a single boat around. Unless he wants to die by drowning, there was no way he was going to swim to safety. Life on this island had been slimmed down to none. Picking up an axe and attaching it to the magnetic jacket on my back, I take three table knives, a gun pushed into between my belt and finally my cell phone. I pause when the screen lights up, a picture of Alicia naked and tied to the bed, her clit fully exposed to me from the photo. Just staring at her makes me hard, it was the essence of the picture.

If Ruth consumes blood, it might awaken her zombie instincts! [Dan’s group just had a tire blowout. They’re surrounded by a zombie horde right now. Callie pushed Dan out to stall the zombies so she could escape!] When I saw that comment, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you laughing at?” Ruth tilted her head and looked at me. “Nothing,” I said, hugging her arm and planting a kiss on her cheek. “I just think… the weather’s really nice today.” For the next month, I lived the most comfortable life I’d had since the apocalypse began. Ruth and I occupied a villa complex halfway up a mountain. It was easy to defend and hard to attack, and supplies were plentiful.

"What on earth happened? When the police pulled you out, you were still alive. But your parents and everyone else… were dead. They only recovered their bodies." I pinched my palm. It hurt. I was still alive. But why was I still alive? "I'm fine. I don't know how I survived. Mom, Dad, Mable, Julian, Lindsey, and Jack are all dead. But I'm still alive." If someone like me continued to live, I would only be destined for pain and agony. There would be no happiness waiting for me. "What happened to the island?" I asked. "It's been sealed off. With so many people dead, it's now a crime scene."

"After that, I worked like crazy to make money. But no matter how much I earned, I never felt secure. I was always afraid that one day, I’d lose everything again. And then, what would happen to you and Elyse?" She tightened her grip on my hand. "So I saved obsessively. Built up assets, piece by piece. I wanted to leave you both something… Something that would last for generations. Something that no matter what happened, you’d never run out. "This island is not for luxury. It’s a fallback plan. If West Star Holdings ever collapses, at least we still have land, a house, fish in the sea. Our family won’t starve." "You idiot." I pulled her into my arms. "You don’t have to be so scared anymore. E