Forest Survival Novels & Stories

The potential only existed if they could figure out where the money would come from. Bethany carefully stalked through the brush, highly aware of the damage done to everything she looked at. It wasn’t just the buildings that needed extensive repairs. That is, if they could save them at all. But someone tore up entire sections of the forest in what appeared to be an attempt to remove the trees from the forest. She couldn’t understand why a wolf would do that. The forest was their home. Their natural habitat was there in all it’s wild glory. It symbolized and represented their wild nature. But this was not the glorification of their world. It was the disgusting and wanton destruction of the fo

He could only thank his lucky stars that the announcement came up now instead of a minute earlier, or he might have died mid-combat. Following the harvests, he quickly climbed up a tall tree in the area. Since he was far from any form of a safe zone like Kirou and the two elves, he had to make use of the environment. He had to make sure that when he logged out, he was in an area that wasn't directly next to where monsters can spawn in Immortal Era and the best place to be in a forest, under those circumstances, is in a tall tree. At least up here, he wouldn't face death immediately upon logging in.

As the years passed, the forest continued to change and evolve. Seasons came and went, bringing with them new challenges and opportunities for Koda's pack. Winter was always the harshest season, with bitter cold and deep snows making hunting and survival difficult. But Koda and his pack were well-adapted to the challenges of winter. They had thick fur and strong bodies, and they were skilled at hunting the few animals that were still active in the frigid conditions. Spring was a time of renewal and growth. The forest came alive with new growth, and the animals emerged from their winter hiding places to forage and hunt. Koda's pack took advantage of the new opportunities, hunting the young an

60… 24… 9. Here we are, this little nook, hidden away from the world. I had been building this place for me, once I retired this old thing. All this killing, this hunting, this… everything. I was trying to build a life away from it. A chance to finally live and breathe, for me and my family. Not to look over my shoulder another second. Instead, I built it, and it grew, one house became 8, then 9, then 14. I had 7 water turbines, half of a field of solar panels, plenty of hunting game in and around the area. Over 4 years, I have hidden 12 families;

My determination to reach Amari and Draven became a fire that refused to be extinguished. Hours passed as we navigated the thick undergrowth. The hunter occasionally pointed out landmarks, a strange tree, a moss-covered rock, or a trail of animal tracks that hinted at water nearby. I followed, learning from her movements, absorbing every detail like a sponge. The forest began to feel less threatening, though the awareness of potential danger never left my mind. I had survived the desert. I could survive here too.

**The Hidden Clearing** Aria had been living in the heart of the forest for months, embracing the serenity that enveloped her. The forest became her home, a sanctuary where she found solace in nature's beauty. With each passing day, she wandered through the lush underbrush, gathering fragrant herbs and ripe berries, all while honing her burgeoning magical abilities. The forest was not just a backdrop to her life; it was a living entity, pulsing with energy and whispers of ancient secrets.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

If someone was there and it was really a survivor, it could count every hour. She got up again. And began to go down the slope towards the smoke. The further she ran, the denser the forest became again. The island was different here inside. Wilder. Trees with huge roots, which sounded like snakes over the ground. Thickness of ferns that you've reached to the hip. Insects hummed everywhere. The air was moist and heavy. Mara tried to keep the smoke in sight, but between the leaves he always disappeared. Once, she believed she was lost.

Every human, animal, and beast in the forest were on the run to save their lives. All that while, the four figures standing beside her were wondering why she should cause that damage. They all found it useless. They thought she should use her wrath to punish Alpha Ramore rather than the poor forest, which she had been burning since she stepped foot back in Strawberry Pack. What they didn't know was that the forest meant the whole world to Alpha Rasmore. When they were still together, Karen Milburn watched him plant every single tree in that forest. He took great care of it, as if the forest were a person. The forest was like his baby, for whom he adored and cared so much. If Karen Milburn co

Joshua, who's voice seem shaken, said softly to me. I looked at where Joshua was looking. The television. 'Flight APTX 4869 has crashed, no survivors found.' "What?" I looked at Joshua once again and this time, I had a better angle of his face. He was crying. And it seemed like he had been crying for the past few hours. "Wait, what?" I said once more, this time looking at Caleb. "I am so sorry." He whispered, hugging me tightly. Something in my body is aching. I don't know which part. It just feels like a thousand paper cuts all over my body. And then I started crying. But for what, exactly? It's done. I can't do anything.