I Survive Series Novels & Stories

She couldn’t wrap her head around the concept. “I’m dead sure. Only the family has this number.” He kissed her forehead. “They are alive, Erica. Our son is alive.” Erica wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream, cry or laugh. Their son was alive. Christine was alive. They needed to tell the Morrisons. They needed to call the police, the sea rescue, the fucking FBI! “We need the police, Alex! We need to call them right now!” Erica grabbed at his cellphone, but Alexander caught hold of her wrists. “What are you doing? They are in danger, my God!”

On the third day after giving birth to my pup, my Alpha mate, Lucien, had his nursemaid, Lisa, make me a bowl of soup. But when I woke up, my pup, the moonstone necklace that symbolized my status as Luna, and the letters Lucien had sent me were all gone. I dragged my bloodied body to Moonshadow Pack, only to be thrown out. "Luna has already returned with the pup. Get lost, you bum! "Do you think you can bully Luna just because Alpha has lost his memory? Not a chance!" I ended up freezing to death in the wilderness. After I died, my soul watched as Lisa became the revered Luna, while my own son spent thirty years showing filial devotion to the shewolf who had murdered his mother. When

The sound drew the horde. They poured into the storage room, instantly swarming the newly turned Marcus and Kevin. The sound of tearing flesh and guttural roars blended with the siren’s shriek, a symphony of chaos. Liam teleported away in the chaos. A few minutes later, a system alert came through the family channel. [Player Marcus has been eliminated.] [Player Kevin has been eliminated.] [Current Survivors: 5]

“I need to get to the bottom of this. We need samples, data, whatever we can get our hands on.” But it wasn’t that simple. Over the next few weeks, the world began to unravel. The virus didn’t just spread—it mutated. Each day, it seemed like it was evolving in ways no one had predicted. And the survivors—those who had managed to survive the fever—weren’t the same. They looked like shells of their former selves, with a hunger in their eyes that wasn’t human. They had become creatures driven by something primal. Something terrifying.

The sound of water splashing against the floor echoed softly. Those painful memories surged toward me again, and the overwhelming anguish made me wrap my arms around myself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a flood of scrolling comments. [What kind of insane luck does the female lead have, ending up in bed with the nation’s heartthrob?] [I just saw the male lead’s eight-pack abs. Damn it, she’s got it so good. Let me take her place for a couple of episodes.] [Hehe, next the female lead is going to run away pregnant. A little baby is about to be born.]

When I woke up, I was lying in a sealed hospital room at the institute medical center. For a moment, I thought I was still in Dante’s old medical room, and fear dragged me awake before I could think. “Don’t touch me…” “Aria, it’s me.” Professor Shaw’s voice pulled me back. She sat beside the bed, still wearing the same dark coat from that night. Behind her stood the project doctor and a woman from the institute’s legal team. “You’re safe now,” Professor Shaw said.

Egan said and ate the soup deliciously. "Unfortunately, if they didn't find out, you would have lived a free life like a human." The woman said. Uri asked Egan and the woman. "Can you explain why you live here, and why do you say I am not human?" "We were all discovered and killed by the Red Leaves. We escaped and found this secret cave." Mr. Egan replied. "Do you know anything about vampires?" "Yes, I have read a lot about vampires." Uri shoveled a spoonful of soup into his mouth, wanting to eat this delicious hot food more than the dry packets of biscuits in his backpack.

My father and his three sons were like different people, taciturn with their faces shrouded in unyielding melancholy and regret. Like usual, Cynthia tried to act coquettishly, complain, and even deliberately injured herself to frame me, whom she thought was no longer around. However, this time, all she got in response was cold and even appalled glances from my father and brothers. It was the first time she experienced genuine fear and isolation. Axel made a major breakthrough on the third day. On the fourth day, the technical team not only restored some of the surveillance footage temporarily affected by smoke from the day of the fire but also found crucial footage from a camera at a more di

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

Impossible. “She survived” “No!” another voice muttered. “No one survives it.” the creature shifted behind me, towering and twisted but it still didn’t attack. Its hollow eyes remained fixed on me with something dangerously close to recognition. Like it had found something it lost a very long time ago. Then one of the elders stepped forward. Slowly and carefully. His hands trembled around the lantern he carried. I recognized him suddenly through fractured childhood memories. The man who used to avoid looking directly at me when I was little. The man my mother hated.