Survival Island Novels & Stories

Alexander gave him a rough location of where they were, his army training helped with the longitude and latitude. "So all of a sudden we're going for a vacation at a private Island, this is one crazy day" Isla said, exasperated when Alexander told her the whole situation. "Yea, and thankfully this one will be without that sleazy bastard Jameson" Alexander said, he felt happy. "Okay, now I am excited... and hungry " Isla said as her stomach grumbled. The hike had made her really took a toll on her stomach. "Right, let see what we can find in the cabinets cause I don't think you'll be able to stomach a roasted rabbit" he joked and chuckled as Isla made a face at even the thought of it.

Stella said We laughed out loud at him ..he angrily stormed out " I can't believe we are going to stay here for 3weeks without a bed or a blanket"Isa said dramatically "All we need is to prove them wrong about women being weak,we will survive it "I said "You are right, let's train ourselves , what do you think?" Stella suggested " I am so in,let's show them how crazy we are" Isa said laughing like a lunatic She climbed the cell bars and hung upside down

He frowned, and the bodyguards hurriedly speeded up and dragged Grace away. "Mr. Maddox, thank you for bringing people and supplies to the island." The chief director hurriedly came up to flatter him. Christian put his hand around Jessica’s shoulders after wrapping several the long towels around her. He frowned with sullenness and commanded without raising his head, "My people brought a ship here. Ask everyone to board the ship and go back." "Mr. Maddox, since we have all come here, why don’t we record an episode of field survival in this uninhabited island?"

"Technically yes, although we enjoy a partnership of sorts with Guadeloupe, yet we retain our own rights as and when it suited Mister Moore to exercise them." "So we're like the sovereigns of the Island then?" Maddy said slowly. "In effect, yes," Mister Yousef stated. "In addition there are technically no laws written down for the Island, nor is there a police force, a court system, or a method of legal representation." "So what happened if someone was stealing or some shit like that?" Myra asked, looking very confused. "Mister Moore or Henry fired them. Investigations were usually conducted with the Head of Security for the Island, and a decision was reached by the ranking person on the Isl

They took the deserted road into the deep forest. In the distance, the howl of wolves can be heard and the cold whispers of the wind come from the North. The road took them to the beach. The waves were gently drenching the sand. Mort pressed something on his phone and seconds later, a magnificent bridge rose from the bottom of the sea. The long, well-engineered bridge connects to the hidden island, a paradise that has never been discovered by people except for Mort. He found this little paradise when he washed ashore at the place after he survived the assassination of their clan's enemy when he was young. The island once saved his life. By then, Mort decided to study engineering to improve t

He held her face and kissed her with so much love and protection embedded in it. They had yet again survived a terrible ordeal and came out alive at the end of it. It was more proof that their love was strong enough to last forever. It was strong enough to conquer death which meant it was also strong enough to cheat it as well. They were stuck on this Island, trapped there with no means of escape or liberation but it didn’t matter to either of them. Nothing mattered except the fact that they were both alive and they were together.

One male crew member screamed for a colleague who never surfaced. Jenna’s throat constricted. The sea had already claimed too many. The waves tossed her, bitterly cold. Her limbs numbed, her body shivering uncontrollably. She forced herself to focus. “Over here!” she yelled, pulling Steeve closer. Her staff swam weakly toward her, drawn by her voice. Within minutes, they clustered—six survivors, battered, soaked, trembling. A fragile island in a black, endless sea. Jenna’s mind raced. Survival. Keep them alive. Keep them calm. Don’t let panic drown them before the ocean does.

Angelo explained how he first woke up on the island and thought he was the only one who survived and how he turned to the other part of the island in hopes of finding a ship or food. In the end, he found Isabella on top of a coconut tree. He also spoke about how they ate only coconuts and how frustrated it made them feel, how he wanted to go into the forest to hunt but Isabella wouldn't let him, and how he caught two fishes and ended up burning them.

I didn’t want to have both my hands busy should I need to defend myself. The last thing I took was the fire starting set from the survival kit, which was thin enough to slide into the back pocket of my jeans. I was burdened with the bundles and feeling uncomfortable, but it couldn’t be helped. I no longer trusted the backpack, or any of the contents inside, including the tools and the emergency blanket. Any of those could hide a tracking device. I still wasn’t sure if I was being proactive or paranoid as I took off, leaving the rest of my things behind. Being on this island had distorted my perception, and the show was starting to feel disconcertingly real. It was like being trapped in the j

Bryce snorted, and I shook my head. I re-visited the Island to ensure the supplies that would last for weeks were intact. Everything is good. Solar panels were on, and everything around was working well. You can walk around the entire Island for half a day around the dot. It has all the amenities you need, and food around is accessible. Suppose you know how to catch fish traditionally, then you can survive. “You must go to Russia soon, Xavion, for the head council meeting. All your elders are expecting you.”