Lone Survivor Book Novels & Stories

I shrugged, “Well, at least there is that.” When we got to the house, Luna Abby gasped when she saw the outside of the house. She elbowed Alpha Damien, “Are you taking notes? This is where I want to retire. This house is stunning, Chloe!” Aidinth and I were laughing at them when our wolf family came up to us. Luna Abby gasped, “Look at you guys!” She knelt down and started petting the male, when we heard a gunshot. Luna Abby looked at me in fright, “Is that what I think it is?” I raised my arms, “Poachers disable et veni foras!” Then two unconscious men landed at our feet. I went in the house and handed a couple zip ties to Aidinth. He tied them up and called Adrien.

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.

Brian was seen peeing from his car, somewhere close to a thatched house. Shortly afterwards, a tall, long-haired, Caucasian man stepped out of the thatched house and hopped into the car. “Oh my God!” the man almost screamed at the top of his voice when he saw that the caller had been the famous Sole Survivor . “Sole Survivor! Oh dancing kitten! I never knew you have been the caller. It is an honor to meet with you.” All the while the young man gushed all over Brian, he had gestured at the fan to put himself under control and not to cause a scene.

My mind whirled with a maelstrom of emotions—guilt, regret, and the sinking realization that my life had just taken a sharp and dangerous turn. I was a lone wolf, entangled in a web of secrets and lies, and the notorious male wolf I had just shared a bed with was the last person I should have been involved with. And as I stood there, the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future crashing over me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the price I had to pay for my reckless pursuit of freedom. A/N： The setting of this book is a bit similar to my another book, but they are two different books:)

Mikkel grabbed the book that was plopped before her nose and threw it at the coffee table that was on the far end of the room. "Fine...." The two of them plopped down on the worn-out sofa with their bowls of Caesar salad and dumplings. Ever since Meghaal entered his life the young man felt less lonely. His days no longer were spent with reheated food consumed alone in the deafening silence of the room that was only disturbed by the chirping crickets that inhabited the surrounding trees of the forest he called home. His parents, as loving as they were, were too busy with pack affairs to be on time to catch a warm meal with their son. Aphrodite had made his lonely life much more bearable ever

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.

I was sure my tracks were covered, but somewhere I missed a step and I led them straight to the only family I had left. Tony never let up, I was sure my cover was blown, but nothing ever changed. I was still in the same meetings, even the secret ones that I should never have been a part of. As time went on I knew I needed to fast track my plans. One by one I took each family member out, drowning, cut brake lines, fishing accidents, my favorite was making them eat one of their family members in a dinner I personally cooked for the remainder during a family viewing after a funeral. Their cousin Joey had been staring at me, as if he’d seen who I really was, what I was really doing there.. Like

That moment where she realizes she might die and her last thought is "I failed my son." I cried writing that ending. Not even joking. Sat at my laptop at 3 AM with tears running down my face because I'd just done that to a character I love. To THREE characters I love, actually, because Ares and Lucas are in that wreck too and none of them deserved this. But you know what? Stories aren't about what characters deserve. They're about what characters SURVIVE. And trust me when I say—Book 2 is going to be about survival in ways that will make Book 1 look like a warm-up.

“In the last moment before I fell unconscious in the shelter, what I saw wasn’t Dan running away. It was you, standing guard outside the isolation room with a gun in your hand.” I froze. “So,” Ruth said softly, “from the very beginning, it wasn’t you who saved me. It was me… who chose you.” Maybe I was a man full of lies, but she willingly believed every lie I fed her. In this shattered, post-apocalyptic world, we were each other’s only accomplices. Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect. I turned and kissed her. “Honey, time to get to work.” “Yes, sir.”

“You were caught stealing food from Blood Moon territory. The punishment for theft is death.” A loaf of bread. Stale, moldy bread I’d found behind the kitchen. I’d been starving for three days. Rogues don’t get grocery stores. The crowd murmured. Death was expected. Lone wolves had no rights. No one would mourn me. “Does the accused have any last words?” Darius asked, though it was a formality. Lone wolves never got mercy. I lifted my head. My lip was split from where one of the warriors had hit me during capture. “I was hungry,” I rasped.