I Survived Book Series Novels & Stories

moving towards the dark path of not just magic but everything and she knew that she had to fix it because without Destiny the world we had been working towards would be destroyed. That the princess that Destiny is carrying would never be born because she would find a way to miscarry to avenge my death and that she needed to born and the son after that would never exists and he also needed to be born all for the royal babies were a must and so she has to resurrect me and she will bestow the part of her soul to Destiny and me of life or death and we would have the choice to choose who lives or dies. So she stops talking to and I sense sadness and fear and I feel my mate anger and her heartbre

Alex screamed from a stretcher, his face covered in dust and blood. Then he spotted Maddie and me standing there, both safe and on our feet. He went still. A second later, he broke down. "Kayla... I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. That corner wasn't safe. The ceiling came down on us. Rainee lied. She got us all hurt!" I looked at him coldly. They'd made their choice. They'd gambled with their own lives. "Over here! More survivors!" A rescuer's shout rang out from deep in the rubble.

Isis answered then they went back to their kingdom while Alexandra is staring at him. •*•*•*•*•* Alfonso and the others are here in the western part of the forest while investigating it. "I think there's no enemies left. We didn't see any clues about someone surviving." Yuka stated. "But we need to make sure that no one really escapes. Let's make sure of it so that, there will be no problem in the future." Alfonso answered and they continue investigating the area. •••• END OF CHAPTER 58. ••••

Thalia POV It’s been a couple of months since my father was disposed of and for that matter, so was Rose. It’s been peaceful here, but my abuelo and tio Valeno are still here. Tio Valeno is traveling back and forth to keep up with the pack, but every time he returns, he brings more books to go over everything regarding the prophecy. I also try to figure out how that plays with the merging of Ironclaw and meeting people that would be foes but end up being friends and help us in winning the war. I have two years, well one year and ten months now, to figure everything out.

It’s all about faith. °°° The story ends here. Thanks for reading. Follow me on my I*, and get to know about my next book which is about their kids. Also, read my another book Beta Nocholas. It's a werewolf romance. Thanks again :)

It was a deep coal black with unnatural red streaks. A week before my sixth birthday my whole life changed. The home of my adoptive parents caught fire. Somehow I was left inside as our home burnt to the ground. I had chosen to hide and feared that I would die. Shockingly I did not. When the house began to collapse around me everyone on the street witnessed as I stood in the flames. They watched on as I didn't burn. They watched as I somehow consumed the flames and made the fire disappear.

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

She rolled her eyes but put the gun on its stand. ‘It is unloaded, and the safety is on. It isn’t my first time holding a gun.’ She said, reaching for the MRE packets and reading them. I went to the small bathroom and checked the faucet and lo and behold there was running water still. Alice came to see when she heard the sound of water. ‘What is that place?’ She signed her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. I chuckled. “I think this place belonged to one of those survivalists, but I guess he wasn’t living in this world anymore.” Alice hummed and went back to the supply room.

Iris Cyber. He had changed. A lot. But I would have recognised him anywhere. I knew that voice. The deep timber of it. And the way he said my name when I finally lifted my head was exactly the same way he had said my name five years earlier. When he had crashed into my life and changed everything. My whole world had imploded that night. Cyber had done that. He had started me on this path. It was all on his impossibly wide shoulders. If he hadn't come that night, my parents would still be alive, and I wouldn't have spent years in absolute misery. Scared of everything that moved.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor