Survival Fiction Novels & Stories

You are right a suicidal path; it was not a way to end everything but I was already buried 6 feet under so what more there was left to loose and no I was not suppose to give up but I did; I gave up; I gave up hope of living a happy and carefree normal life again; I gave up to the point of not returning to myself again. The first I attempted to kill myself was by taking a bunch of mix expired medications which took me into the depth of sleepiness; my breath being short; my body being numb; I was loosing my consciousness and I was buoyant that I was finally getting rid of all my angst; I was being taken into the darkness but only to survive; yes! I survived cause after hours of murk., my stoma

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: SURVIVAL MISSION ACCOMPLISHED: NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES. [Reward granted!]

"I knew she wouldn't make it. No one can. No matter what role they pick, their life or death depends on his mood." I could just imagine the commenter cackling as they typed. "This really is the toughest atonement game, yet the system keeps dragging in newbies. That's no different from sending them to their deaths." A key point caught my attention, so I immediately turned to stare at the system. "Have people played this game more than once?" The system answered, "If a player survives, they must re-enter the game every six months. Otherwise, they would die." Some people broke down.

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

" Um... " " For some reason... I think this is where the game of survival truly begins. " " Yes! We've gotta battle for our survival! " " Yes! " .... A/N : From here on... The game of survival begins! Are you excited guys?

I still couldn't connect to Zariah and my limbs still felt heavy, just not as heavy. When we reached the bottom floor I could smell blood. I could also smell some heavy cleaning agents like bleach and I'm pretty sure pinesol but definitely still blood. I knew for a fact this floor was cleaned more frequently and sterilized so much more than other floors but the walls and floors were still stained red and the smell of blood never went away. What always had alarmed me was it wasn't just the smell of werewolf blood here. There was also the smell of human and witch blood alike. I tried not to think about it.

----------------- Fear is always there; it's a survival instinct. You just need to know how to manage it. - Dolores. ------------------ Marcel followed Sadie as a shadow, all along the way, Marcel never paid attention to others. As Marcel finally entered the mansion, he could feel the evil spirit of a woman living here, but he kept quiet waiting for the spirit to show itself. Marcel himself was a very competitive person and was actually enough to handle such a ghost. But, why did only Marcel and Sadie survive in the end? Just because Marcel felt Sadie's friends were useless, getting scared and fainting left and right.

The small creatures were shifting; some recoiled from the Vlogger, while others were drawn to the freezer of rotten meat on his back. There was a clash of energy. Content. Food. Survival. A crazy idea—a plan that could only be born from the mind of a 'Level Up Survival Bachelor'—formed in Bima's head. This would be the wildest fight of his life. And he would use the Vlogger BOSS, the Twitchers, and even himself as... ...bait to trick them all, to create the chaos that would open a way out, a path that would lead them directly before the real Fitness Freak AI Master, who was ready to all set to trap everyone in a life-or-death struggle that would alter the fate of this city forever.

I barely had a few peaceful days before another alert came in late one night. Sharon was outside my estate again. Then again, it made sense. Her system was a Resource Plundering System. She only earned points by stealing from others, unlike me. My Apocalypse Survival System rewarded me for killing zombies and farming crops, which meant I could live comfortably in the apocalypse without risking my life scheming against people every day. And whenever I dealt with one of Sharon’s ridiculous little plots, my survival points only increased further, making my already comfortable life even better.

NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE “What do you mean survive?!” someone shouted. “From what?!” “Who are you?!” Voices overlapped. Panic spread quickly. The screen didn’t react. It continued. Cold. Unfeeling. RULE ONE: SURVIVE TO CONTINUE EXISTING RULE TWO: FAILURE RESULTS IN ERASURE “Erasure…?” Lena repeated quietly. Her throat felt dry. “What does that mean…?” No one answered. But she understood. Deep down. Gone.