I Survive Series Novels & Stories

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.

i couldn't even recognise myself anymore. one time Isa seduced the guards by removing her clothes and stood naked infront of them .she did a slow dance like she was a stripper ,their reaction was worth it,they were like a dear seeing a light. They couldn't even hide their lusty looks .it was hilarious to watch . Staying in that cold cell ,we had been training a little .we accepted the fact that it was cold in there ,we got used to the cold that we couldn't feel it anymore.

“You were designed to protect me.” Suddenly, the room flickered. Jaxon rushed in. “We’ve been breached.” The lights died. Emergency backups hummed to life. And then, a soft, lilting voice echoed from the speakers. “You always thought you were the spark, Ivy,” Seraphina said sweetly. “But you were just the wick. I’m the flame.” The screen filled with her image—alive, radiant, and terrifying. “You survived,” Ivy growled. Seraphina smiled. “I did more than survive. I evolved.”

Hyperventilating. I moved closer. Slowly. Carefully. "Look at me. Please. Just—just look at me." She did. Eyes wide. Terrified. But looking. I reached out. Cupped her face. Let her feel me. Solid. Real. Alive. "I'm here. I'm real. I'm alive. I know—I know you saw me fall. I know you thought I was dead. But I'm here. I survived. I came back. I—" "How?" The word came out broken. Desperate. "How did you survive that fall? How are you—"

I'll survive. That's all that's left now. Survival.