Survival Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Fresh wood and kindling were in a large brass basket next to the fireplace. “I hope you find the room satisfactory, Ms. Brown,” Victor said. “Oh, yes,” she said. Lexi forgot that he was there. He placed her laptop on a desk across the room. Victor walked to the bed and placed her suitcase on it. “Would you like me to unpack your things?” “Oh, no, that’s all right,” she said. “There’s fresh water in the basin over there and there are books on the bookshelf if you like to read before you go to sleep. I’m afraid we don’t have cable.”

HELENA Sunrays seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. It didn’t feel like morning. It felt like survival continued. I woke slowly, my body stiff in ways that made every breath feel like a reminder of what had happened. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t think. Just lay there, staring at the dim ceiling, trying to remember where I was.

Since then they always come here and play or read my book collection. Luke was currently reading Survival of the Fittest by Jonathan Kellerman. I recommend the book to him saying that he'll like the genre, although I might say that it was a psychological conditioning to help him view the world a little differently, and what I mean is the way I wanted him to see it.

Winter in the mountains is a thing of brutal beauty. The snow falls with an almost ceremonial precision, layering itself across the landscape in progressively deeper drifts. The mornings are bitter cold—cold that seeps into your bones and makes you question whether you'll ever feel warm again. But there's also a strange clarity to it, as if the cold strips away everything unnecessary and leaves you facing only what matters. Solace's training did that for us—stripped away the unnecessary and forced us to face what we actually were. Survivors, mostly. People who hadn't asked for the ability to fight, but found ourselves in a situation where that ability might be the only thing standing between

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

And they couldn’t know why some people got sick while the others didn’t. But they said, there was something about it that changed the rational part of your mind and highlighted your instinct. It turned them all into mindless animals who try to satisfy their primal urges only. Supernatural zombies were the biggest threat, though. If you met an undead wolf, just run, don’t try to fight it. If you met a dragon, you might just kill yourself and be done with it. You won’t survive this encounter. One of the wolves charged at me and I sidestepped it, a second tried to bite my thigh and it almost succeeded.

I didn’t like that. After I slipped Tony some good ol’ sleeping medication, I snuck out of the room and asked Joey to go on a walk with me. To which I proceeded to put a bullet in the back of his head as he had stupidly enough walked in front of me. I chopped him up into 15 pieces, each piece smaller than the last. Easy enough for me to pull out the bones within the chopped pieces, I put each and every one of them though the industrial meat grinder the Lombarttis prided themselves on. I made Hamburgers, Sausage, hot dogs, meatballs, hell I even ground some up with flour and made beef nuggets. I had just killed Sissy, Tony’s twin sister, I used her Make-up as my path way. I had been slowly po

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

SYSTEM CONTINUES. AUTHOR CORE FOREVER: AUTHOR MERGES, SYSTEM STABILIZES, HIGH-YIELD OUTPUT CONTINUES HERO DIES, SYSTEM SURVIVES: MAXIMUM PAIN, MINIMUM CODE CHANGE. Dozens of “books” wore those labels. Shelves and shelves worth. Not just for me. For other authors. For Champions. For Escorts. Their lives reduced to endings the system preferred. “‘Hero dies, system survives,’” Selene read off one spine, voice flat. “Classic.”

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.