Romans & histoires Survival Instinct Book

“Surv-surviving three… three times…” As Noah attempted to recover his train of thought, his voice came out shaky and broke in several places. Only after clearing his throat several times did he finally manage to piece together a relatively fluent sentence. “Surviving three times might… might look like a coincidence, but–but if my instincts told me I would die… would… would I not change my actions until I found a way to live?”

I’ve gоt tо dо whаt I саn to stay аlіvе. I bеlіеvе fіndіng thіѕ nоtеbооk mіght bе a ѕіgn frоm thе universe. Wrіtіng іn hеrе іѕ going tо hеlр mе survive; and one day, mу words mіght еvеn hеlр аnоthеr gіrl lіkе mе. I’m ѕurе I wоn’t bе the lаѕt to bе trapped hеrе.

“So you broke out because I was about to get murdered.” “I broke out because you finally stopped suppressing your instincts,” Nyx corrected. “You’ve been pushing down your power your entire life without even realizing it, making yourself small and weak and human. But when death came for you, your body chose to survive.” That should have made me feel better but it just made me feel tired, because apparently even my own survival instincts had been working against me this whole time. “Great. So now what? I’m stuck here forever?” “Not forever,” a new voice said, and I turned to see the mist in front of me swirling together.

Seeing me approach, he nervously pulled Ravyn into his arms and warily asked, "What are you doing? You better not try to push Ravyn into the fire again." I arched an eyebrow and could pretty much confirm he'd been reborn as well. In that case, I could take my revenge without any guilt. "I won't push her," I said coldly. I'd never pushed her in my past life either. But since my friends had accidentally done it to defend me, I couldn't just give them away. "Then why would you…" Harken opened his mouth to speak. But before he could say another word, I shoved the stone from the ground forcefully into his mouth under the shocked gasps of the crowd.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

One moment I was on the ground, broken and bleeding, and the next my body moved on its own. Instinct. Survival. Something deeper. “Stop her!” someone shouted behind me. But their voices sounded far away. Distant. Irrelevant. The world blurred around me as I pushed forward, my feet barely touching the ground. Branches tore at my skin. Thorns ripped through my clothes. I did not slow down. I could not. Because if I stopped… I would die. Pain burned through my chest with every step. The rejection. The whipping. The awakening. It all collided inside me like a storm that refused to settle. “Run.” The voice returned. Not loud. Not soft. But absolute. I obeyed.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

"Think carefully; going to such places will be very dangerous. I used to work for the Red Leaves, so I know they have a lot of ways to catch you." Since Clement and Finn objected, Uri remained silent and did not say anything more. But his mind still burned the desire to read the book protected in the museum. He had a hunch that the secret in the book was just what he needed. Clement and Anthea stayed at the bungalow until midnight then returned to the city. That night, Uri couldn't sleep; he thought about the second part of the book about the creator god. He had been to that museum, but he had never noticed the book with the golden pages displayed on important dates.

Twenty-Five Years Later The first time I smelled blood that night, I knew the universe was about to be a bastard about it. Copper and salt slid through the market like a dirty secret, sharp enough to make my teeth ache. My pulse kicked. Hunger followed—fast, familiar, and deeply inconvenient. I kept walking anyway. Control isn’t a virtue. It’s a survival habit. Miss it once and you don’t get a second lesson. Maereth’s voice surfaced, annoying and eternal. You don’t live by pretending you’re harmless. You live by deciding when to be dangerous.

And deep in my chest, that same primal instinct rose again. Mine to protect. Mine to keep alive. Mine. Then the ground beneath us cracked open.