Slaughterhouse-five Novel Novels & Stories

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

The room went silent for a moment. “Axton, when you sneaked into the city what state did you see them in?" An unfamiliar voice asked. Of course Axton is here too. “It was snowing heavily so I didn't really see anyone.” He replied, his voice thick. “Shannon said she wouldn't have stepped out if not for me” " Lazy wolves” someone spat. "Just after after finding a dead rogue in their territory, and they're still comfortable” " I've been thinking about something..” Zerek rumbled, " What if the one who killed the dead rogue was the White Wolf?”

I explained to them. (She’s right Lena! Aza is safe there, it’s surprising how she ended up at the Five Knights’ house, but Aza, be careful okay. As long as Wilton’s looking for you, stay there for now.) “Thank you CC.” CC is so understanding. (Wait, wait! If you’re staying at the Five Knights’ house, are they really handsome? What are they like? Are they trustworthy, Aza, tell me!) “Lena, calm down, they’re fine, the fi--hello? Lena, Mia, CC, hello?” I furrowed my eyebrows and put down my cell phone and looked at it when I saw it was dead.

But because screaming took energy I didn't have, and because somewhere deep inside, something was changing. My mother's blood, maybe. Or something older than that. Something that refused to die. The thirteenth lash. The fourteenth. The fifteenth. And then, suddenly, it stopped. I hung from the chains, barely conscious, my back a ruin of torn flesh and flowing blood. I couldn't feel my body anymore. I couldn't feel anything except the deep, cold emptiness where my wolf should have been. But I was still breathing. I was still alive. Through the roaring in my ears, I heard voices.

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

"Pit, I want to thank you for everything you've done for your team and your people, and I'm sorry about the casualties; I'm sorry that things got to such an extreme that security was compromised. "Certainly, my friend, I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I don't know if we will be facing a new challenge in life. The only thing I can understand right now is that Carla, my wife Carla, is here with me, alive, breathing, here. That's all that matters to me, that's all my eyes see, that's all I understand and want to: that Carla Davison D' Bastidas, the woman I love madly, is with me; that I almost lost her, and I didn't." EXTRAS facts about this novel:

This was what John owed me. My desire to live kept me going for a few additional years. The doctor said I was very lucky. I had no idea how much longer I could stay alive, but I knew that I didn't want anyone to disrupt the calm, blissful life I had now. As I reached out to close the window, I saw a familiar Maybach driving into the sanatorium grounds. When it drove past John, the tires went over a rain puddle and splashed the muddy water all over him.

I don't belong here. The tears dry against her cheeks, and her breathing turns to hiccups. By the time she blinks, the world becomes visible again. Once her heart calms to a normal pace, her breathing evens out, and the hiccups eventually cease. Although her mind is still a mess, she can't sit here all night. Her fingertips have already begun to go numb with cold. Sera climbs to her feet and walks out the main entrance to the park. She wipes away the remaining tears from her cheeks. Her foot is barely off the curb when she sees it. Two lights whipping around the corner, blinding her. She's frozen. They came out of nowhere. Now fully comprehending the term 'deer caught in headlights expressio

Meager shares now are better than full shares for a little bit and then nothing. If the food runs out, this place won't last long. The survivors and soldiers won't be able to keep up their stamina, and then we'll be overrun in a heartbeat. I can only imagine how much destruction will happen if just one creature manages to make its way into the fortified school. Just thinking about the chaos, the bloodshed, and the destruction makes me sick to my stomach, and I can feel my appetite failing. But this is the end of the world, and I can't afford to not eat...just in case.

Elsa was so terrified that she collapsed onto the floor. Throwing highly concentrated acid on her face would mean disfigurement. It was no different than killing her. She begged for mercy, but Xavier's knife was already at her throat. Left with no choice, she sobbed miserably and poured the acid onto her own face. As I listened to her agonizing screams, I walked out of the hospital room with a sense of immense satisfaction. Just then, Athena video-called me. She whined sweetly that she wanted to come live in the city where I grew up for a while.