Fiction Books About Survival In The Wilderness Novels & Stories

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Verra was calm but firm. The faces of all the elder's faces changed with the mention of the wilderness. They knew their chance of thriving or even surviving in that place was slim. The wilderness was a place without rules. The one with the bigger fist wins was truer there than anywhere else on the continent. They knew that while their first were big here, in that place it wouldn't even be considered a medium.

Did I even have a will to go on anymore? I crawl towards the forest. I needed cover to work out where I was. Get some kind of bearings. I swear it would have been easier and less painful to just lay down and die. Everything was on fire, I left like I was being burnt alive. Every movement I took, was a mental battle. My fear drove me. If I stopped, they might find me. I just kept crawling, only stopping at night. 2 days had pasted since I escaped. The forest had become familiar, I knew where I was heading. I had managed to gain enough strength to walk. Keeping myself alive by eating wild mushrooms and berries. I was literally dying for a meal. The crimes committed in that place needed to be s

Talia I have lost count of how many days I've been stuck in the wilderness of this snow-coated landscape. It's been at least a few days, maybe even a week. Either way, the surprising part is that I'm a survivor. If someone would have asked me, a city girl, if I thought I could survive in the middle of nowhere, I would have laughed. But that was a month ago, and now I'm an expert. Well... I've learned how to make a fire, and while I'm hungrier than ever, I at least have water due to all the snow. I've also eaten suspicious red berries that didn't kill me, but I'm running out of them.

“How do you know?” “I recognized those rustling sounds they made. Too small and too low for a human to do that.” Alex was also one of the people who taught us how to survive in the wilderness. She was a hunter back in Finland, living in a rural community with her grandfather, who was also a hunter. That was the only thing she mentioned regarding her personal history. Of course, we were vigilant of our surroundings, especially when watching out for monstrous beasts in the middle of the night. It took us months to get used to being on our own out here.

I was going to rip the world apart to give it back to him. ​The cutters launched, their engines shrieking like dying banshees as we shot over the walls of the Keep and dove straight into the northern wilderness. ​The Wildlands were not like the Blackwood forests. The North was cold, yes, but it was alive. Here, the snow didn’t melt, the pine trees didn’t grow green, and the air always tasted like old dust and copper. It was uncharted, dangerous, and the only things that lived here were rogues who had gone mad or things that had never been human to begin with.

"The survivors are panicked, Seraphina. They went to gather the soaked nuts from the bank, and the water tasted like vinegar. The New Wild is thinning out." "Because the Author’s desk was only half the machine," Xander said, turning to look at the stranger who held the book. The old man was still standing by the hearth, his face unreadable as he watched the manuscript weep. "You didn't just bring us a blank book, did you? You brought us the Casting Bed."

The wilderness had no mercy, no preference for the strong or the weak, it was a crucible where only the vigilant endured. The following days were a blend of discipline, exploration, and adaptation. I mapped the terrain in my mind, noting the safest paths, the potential ambush points, and the sources of water and prey. I tracked deer, small predators, and even larger, more cunning wolves, testing my instincts against theirs. Every encounter was a lesson: patience, timing, awareness, and restraint. The valley had taught me endurance; the forest demanded precision.

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

I shall sleep often from now on; my body needs all the rest it could get. I can’t sleep again. I just woke up. “What to do now?” My eyes landed at the closed book on my table. It’s the book from the library that is about the town of Emberton. I haven’t found anything informative other than the map and the founders of the town. Maybe I should just head out? Nope. Not a good idea. Being outside is too risky. I don’t want another wolf pouncing at me or me unintentionally killing them with my blood.