Survival Fiction Books Novels & Stories

Many of them were already spoiled but most of the preserved food was still fine. “Ho-how??” Kenneth smiles as he takes a canned good. “This wasn’t a zombie apocalypse. There are intelligent beings that control the beasts that roam the world. It meant that premium areas like this grocery store were probably regularly patrolled at the beginning of the invasion. But now that this area is considered a dead zone, the patrols are probably reduced to husks instead of active hunters and conduits.” Peter gulps at the mention of hunters and conduits, both super dangerous to humanity’s remaining people.

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

It's been two weeks since I arrived, and I must say, these past few days have been nothing short of interesting. Alex and I have gotten really close; he took me on a tour of the town, which was informative and eye-opening. I discovered that this place is home to several supernatural creatures besides werewolves, such as lycans, chimeras, vampires, witches, fairies, and many more that I can't recall.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

He was not just no eating and no sleep weak but a real weak one, like he will collapse often while walking, he often vomits blood and often faint. Everything, Every person has a weakness and that weakness could be the death of them. Alex did all this to save David but what he didn't know was that David will eventually die if isn't alive. True Blood, as much of a beast they are, they still have a weakness and that is staying away from their mate. A true Blood can't survive if they stay away from their mate for too long, and if the mate is dead, they will die eventually. Alex was not showing any signs of life but Grandma and others were not at all going to give up. David would die if Alex didn

I looked at it once and turned away. My belongings had been thrown into two suitcases. Old medicine bottles were mixed with clothes, and a photo from my first remission had cracked down the middle. I took only my documents, my research notes, and the journal I had kept through treatment. Everything else could stay. When I came downstairs, the front doors opened. Dante walked in. His wedding suit had been changed, but he still looked like a man who had come from the wrong ceremony. His eyes found me at once, then dropped to my empty stomach. The color left his face.

Two of the boys stared at me with pure hatred. Alarm shot through me. I instinctively turned to leave, but Dominic blocked the doorway. "Where are you going? You just got back. Vanessa even made chili. Put your stuff down and come eat." He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the living room. She disappeared into the kitchen, then returned carrying a pot of violently bubbling red broth. My heart pounded like a drum. I remembered how, in my last life, that scalding chili had been dumped over me, burning my skin open, and the pain had been unbearable. Was I really unable to escape it again?