Race To Rescue Novels & Stories

She pushed up in her chair, as if she could crawl away from them. "Priscilla." He tugged her around to face him. "They're my team." "Your-your what?" "My team." His brown eyes flicked over her face. "My name is Brenden Taylor. I was sent here to rescue you." Rescue you. Her?

With how dangerous the water was, timing was crucial for a rescue. Barrett snapped back to reality a little too late. He jumped down to the riverbank and chased after Violet, but she was already far ahead. At that moment, he finally understood the difference between himself and Carissa and Violet. They acted without hesitation when a person's life was on the line and could respond in the quickest way possible. Just then, Carissa spotted Amelia.

“That’s all I’m asking, Mia. Just one step at a time. You’ve already done more than you think.” I nodded, even though my heart was still heavy. The road ahead felt long and uncertain, but I had to keep moving forward. I couldn’t let Emma slip away without trying. I had to find a way to make her see that I was sorry, that I was trying to change. And maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to save both of us from the past we’d been trapped in. Day 3

In contrast, the rear had less mountains and a grassy, green valley. "If the citizens are to be safe, we must stop them from getting a stronger foothold in the city. So we'll meet them at the valley for battle. While the Silvan Elves and the knights I brought along to battle the residents of the Murky Mountains, a second group will travel into the Murky Mountains and rescue the captive women where the two misses are likely being held," the woman explained, earning looks of approval from those in the room. "Which team is rescuing Ria and Luna?" asked Richard, to which the woman replied, "Me, Charlotte, and my right-hand liteunutant. Why’d you ask?"

I glanced behind me to see the witch chasing me, so I ended up taking a detour. I found myself in an unfinished room with steel bars scattered everywhere. I grabbed one of the steel bars for means of protection as I struggled to find the exit. I later was met face to face with the witch when she grabbed me by the neck and squeezed with all the strength I had left. I was able to impale her.

[SYSTEM MISSION] [OBJECTIVE: RESCUE THE SURVIVORS TRAPPED INSIDE THE CITY'S EMERGENCY SHELTER. [ESTIMATED SURVIVORS: 23.] [TIME LIMIT: 18 HOURS.] [FAILURE: THE SHELTER WILL BE OVERRUN.] Clara took a slow breath and nodded. “Okay,” she whispered to herself. “I'll do it.” Her mind immediately turned to transportation. Taking her car would be useless. There were too many people. She needed something bigger. A bus. If she was going to rescue twenty-three people, she needed enough space to bring everyone back. She also couldn't ignore the opportunity to collect more supplies along the way.

Marcus gently helped her dismount, both of them scrambling to their feet, pulling their simple garments back on for modesty, though the fabric felt alien now against their skin. They stumbled out of the cave onto the beach. In the distance, against the azure sky, a helicopter circled, its search pattern deliberate. Then it turned, heading directly toward their small crescent of sand. The rescue was sudden, clinical. The roar of the engine, the shouting of the crew, the sterile efficiency of the stretchers and questions. They were bundled up, wrapped in blankets, their story of survival already being shaped into something palatable, something that would omit the cave, the warmth, the crashing

Two jeeps were parked beside it. Ariana was shoved into the back seat of one of the jeeps. Only then did fear appear on her face. Through the window, I saw that her face had turned pale. Her eye makeup was ruined, and the tape on her mouth was soaked with tears. I followed them onto the helicopter. The Major General boarded last and closed the cabin door. The rotors accelerated, and the helicopter lifted off. I looked down at the express train station as it grew smaller. Less than two hours earlier, I had anxiously gone through security, clutching a temperature‑controlled container. Now, everything was ruined.

The race continued, a blasting wind roaring across the plains, tiny dead branches whipping at their faces as they got pushed aside. By the time they topped a rise, another dust storm was looming, churning up swirling sand, choking them as they fought their way through the dust. There was a swift at Jelnimia, she stumbled, got up in a snap as she tried to keep her balance against the heavy wind. Hearing another yell she turned, a huge flash in the dark, there were at least a dozen men there, all staring towards her. She staggered a few steps, her eyes closed, breath steaming from her nose in a single long stream.

Xander pressed. The scout shook his head. “There was a photo—blurry. The snow ruined the writing. You can barely see anything.” “The photo. Let me see it.” Just as Xander reached for it, Holly timidly raised a hand, pointing toward a narrow crevice in the distance. “Sister’s in there…” When they started the rescue, the team moved with the utmost caution. The ice, polished smooth by relentless winds, offered no grip even for claws sharp as blades.