Novel & Cerita Books About Island Survival

“He left me drifting at sea for three days, suffering through hell. So I want him to suffer for three days too. Send him to the island where I was rescued. But don’t give him any food or tools, and don’t tell him how long he’ll be staying.” Kendrick shook his head. “That’s too easy on him.” The island may have been uninhabited, but it still had vegetation. He could chew on leaves, eat clams or small fish from the beach, and take shelter in the cave. It wasn’t punishment—it was wilderness survival training. If it were up to Kendrick, the guy would at least be permanently crippled. Or worse... Annabelle quickly pressed her finger to his lips to stop him. She knew Kendrick wouldn’t go easy on L

Everyone was helping, even the few hybrids who lived around town were working alongside the humans. Their differences had been pushed aside in the fight to protect what was important to them. I was worried about Devrim and Obsidian on the other side of the island. Ezra had tried calling when we heard that most of the island had been set on fire, but they hadn’t answered. Tears burned my eyes. Just when I thought that we…I pushed the thoughts away, refusing to think of the shit we still had to face. If we made it out alive. They were talking about starting an evacuation, but we all knew it was going to be impossible to get everyone off the island because there was only a limited amount of boa

We stood there, three people who'd been at each other's throats just days ago, now stranded together in the middle of nowhere. "We need to be smart about this," I said. "Find shelter, fresh water, food. Figure out if we're alone here." "Alone?" Nivia asked nervously. "Islands have wildlife," Justin said. "Could be dangerous without our wolves to protect us." She paled slightly. We were essentially human now - no enhanced strength, speed, or senses. No rapid healing. Just three teenagers on a tropical island. "First things first," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "We need to get out of this sun and find water. Humans can only survive three days without water."

"Technically yes, although we enjoy a partnership of sorts with Guadeloupe, yet we retain our own rights as and when it suited Mister Moore to exercise them." "So we're like the sovereigns of the Island then?" Maddy said slowly. "In effect, yes," Mister Yousef stated. "In addition there are technically no laws written down for the Island, nor is there a police force, a court system, or a method of legal representation." "So what happened if someone was stealing or some shit like that?" Myra asked, looking very confused. "Mister Moore or Henry fired them. Investigations were usually conducted with the Head of Security for the Island, and a decision was reached by the ranking person on the Isl

Finally, I am left alone in the settlement, which gives me time to think about the problems that afflict us and possible solutions. We have a shortage of food, although we may get enough and even some excess, if we do not have the means to preserve it, we will be lost. Until now, the only way I have to preserve the fish is to air dry it, hanging it on a branch. The problem is that the wind and temperature were not constant, causing most of them to be ruined. It remains only to salt, smoke or freeze the fish. I have no salt or means to freeze fish. Maybe ayumi can do it with magic, but what would be the point if she ends up spending more energy than she will recover consuming that same amount

And the amount of money he had dangled before them as a prize made this whole venture far more than the crack-pot game of a bored playboy. ‘Everything you'll need is in the knapsacks behind the screen,’ he went on. ‘This island's covered in jungle. There’s no wild animal large enough to harm you - if you’re careful. There’s plenty of water and food to be found. And you can’t get lost. In two hours you can walk from shore to shore in any direction. My people here will keep tabs on you, but they won’t make themselves known unless you need medical help. Are there any questions?’

Alexander gave him a rough location of where they were, his army training helped with the longitude and latitude. "So all of a sudden we're going for a vacation at a private Island, this is one crazy day" Isla said, exasperated when Alexander told her the whole situation. "Yea, and thankfully this one will be without that sleazy bastard Jameson" Alexander said, he felt happy. "Okay, now I am excited... and hungry " Isla said as her stomach grumbled. The hike had made her really took a toll on her stomach. "Right, let see what we can find in the cabinets cause I don't think you'll be able to stomach a roasted rabbit" he joked and chuckled as Isla made a face at even the thought of it.

Which ones avoided certain corridors because they reminded them of something they did not want to remember. Isadora stopped pacing. And she— She could watch. She could listen. She could calculate timing. She could endure. She crossed to the desk again and rested her fingertips on the smooth surface. The book lay untouched. She did not open it. Reading dulled awareness. She needed her senses sharp. Three people meant supplies. Water. Food. Dry clothing. If the boat was small, weight mattered. If it was large, crew mattered. She closed her eyes briefly. No fantasies.

The kind of stillness that came after exhaustion, when adrenaline had faded and your limbs no longer obeyed. I lit a small fire in a hollow of stone, keeping the flame low and shielded. The warmth helped ease the ache in my fingers and chase off the crawling sense of wrongness I still carried from the clearing. I ate without tasting—dried meat, the last of the trail mix, a crushed wrapper I’d forgotten in the bottom of my bag. Then came the notebook. The one with the thick paper and the smooth black cover. I flipped it open past sketches of trees, paw prints, stray notes I barely understood.

He glanced at Sophia, "Mom cried every night for years. We searched orphanages and welfare homes, both domestically and internationally. At one point, our brother heard about a deserted island where people were left to die slowly. We were worried you might be there, so we took a helicopter there. “When we arrived on the island, it was even more horrifying than we imagined. Bones scattered everywhere, and cries of despair filled the air. There was nothing to eat, nothing to wear, nothing to drink. “A group of people surrounded a pot bubbling with steam, stewing human flesh—men, women, old, young, all naked and emaciated. I think living there for a while would drive anyone mad if they didn't d