Lone Survivor Novels & Stories

So close to Xander, yet invisible. “Commander,” one of the scouts called, “the patrol team is requesting backup. They pursued Rogues into the glacier nearly 24 hours ago. They haven’t returned.” My death report was handed to Xander. Just as he reached out to take it, his assistant, Hudson, snatched it away. “Xander—Daisy’s trapped in the glacier too. You know she’s just an Omega; she can’t survive out here alone.” “I’ll send another team to help the patrol. You go to Daisy. Don’t forget… she’s carrying your pup.”

Now, whether it's me or her that's being comforted, isn't part of the question. "We do apologize for the intrusion on your home. I'm SSA Cody Loveless. This is Karen Croads, Finn Briggs, Rose Budders, and Caleb Sharp. We are part of the BAU Unit", Loveless introduced the entire team. "That's real?", Amelia asked, surprised. "Very much so", Sharp answered. "You're painting of the unsub is phenominal. I've had the pleasure to see it", Briggs said, sitting in the chair closest to her.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

It’s safer to stay hidden here in silence until I can contact our base for extraction. I try the radio, but there’s no signal and no response. I look at the prisoner lying there. He’s trembling and murmuring words I can’t understand. I approach and place my hand on his forehead. With this fever, he won’t last long. Some time later, the vehicle lights are gone. I check the Russian again, his fever is still the same. Shit. This guy is going to die here, and he’s the top priority of the mission. No matter how many of us died, he had to survive. I needed to do something.

The audio clip started and the image began to move. “Hello survivors, my name is Daniel Shirker, President and founder of Project Humanity’s Last Resort. For those unaware, the world as you know it is over. We are entering a new world, a new age, a world of peace and freedom, but do know, you are not alone. Scattered across the United States are one hundred fifty-one bunkers containing an overall total of one million survivors. These bunkers are meant to serve as your new home. You will live here for three months. There will be enough food and water, as long as you ration properly and utilize the farm to grow food immediately. After those three months are over, the air will return to its pre

You can see the love in their smiles, and when they look at each other, their love is hard to hide. My clan, Clan Adair, is easily the largest and safest clan to be a part of. Surrounding clans rarely have an issue with us, and we are left alone most of the time. Our clan is feared, not only for our size, or our warriors. Our clan has a secret, we're werewolves. Not that anyone knows that fact. They just know our warriors are strong, and we've never lost a war. The stories told are that no one is left alive, and our warriors are all that is left on the battlefield.

was being deleted, starting from the outside and moving in toward our fire. "Wake them up!" I screamed. "Everyone, get to the center!" The survivors burst out of the shelter, screaming as they saw the world disappearing beneath their feet. The white void was hungry, and it was moving fast. But as I reached for the pencil to write a wall, a figure stepped out from the shadows of the firelight. It was a man in a white military uniform, his face obscured by a digital mask. He wasn't a shifter. He wasn't a glitch. He was a **System Administrator**.

Toney stood in front of the monitor for several long moments, his eyes scanning each image one final time before slowly turning to face us. The room had gone unnaturally quiet. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his expression grim. “I’ve worked in trauma for nearly twenty years,” he said quietly. “Warriors. Rogues. Survivors of war. Victims of abuse. I’ve seen wolves arrive at death’s door more times than I can count.” His gaze drifted back toward Raymond, lingering on the unconscious figure lying in the bed.

Leon POV I looked to see a group of men just off behind Hunter throwing smoke bombs into the crowd of wolves. I didn't really think he would risk his own men. What scum. 'Liam!' I shouted through the link as I let out an almighty howl. Suddenly there was a barrage of large bangs, as Liam and a group of men came out from a shack near the line of the forest. The sound was coming from the guns they were firing at the rogue men throwing the smoke bombs.

It was a little muddy in some spots, but it would do the job. Just in time. June sighed. It’d been a long day, and she needed some rest. She carefully laid out a small blanket she had in her backpack and sat down. Her legs ached from all the running, and her thoughts were racing about what had happened. She and her family had been trapped by a swarm. She was the only survivor. Her sister had been bit trying to protect her from being bitten and had died shortly after June got them upstairs in their bedroom. She didn’t even have time to turn before the dead busted in the door, forcing June to jump into a tree for safety and attacking her sister’s lifeless body. Her mom and dad were the first t