Survival Island Novels & Stories

Phantom sarcastically said, making Savannah shake her head. "Do we do what we do? As far as I know, we are doing our best to survive on this island! If you don't want to think of another plan or wait for rescuers, You can swim the Pacific Ocean to get back to the Philippines!" Savannah said she had enough of Phantom's idiotic plan. It's inconsiderate of him to do everything to get them off the island alive and unscathed. The woman stood up from her seat, even though it was late at night. They need to cool their heads.

I push myself to my feet, every muscle protesting, and begin to scan the island, hoping to find something, anything, that can help me survive the night. The island is small, barely more than a strip of sand and a cluster of trees, but as I explore, I come across a cluster of fallen coconuts. Relief washes over me as I pick one up, feeling its weight in my hands. It’s not much, but it’s something—something that might help me last until I’m found.

When they appear, I feel my eyes grow wide and joy flow through me. "You managed to survive!" I gasp, recognizing the woman that occupied the cell beside mine on the trafficking ship. "That’s great." "Huh?" For a moment, the woman steps closer so she can get a better look at me. "Oh my goddess!" She gasps as recognition dawns. "YOU SURVIVED?" "Yeah," I sigh, collapsing again. "I managed to find myself washed up on Reiki Island." "And how did you manage to end up here?" She asks, furrowing her brow. "The master only attacks those who are evil and deserve punishment."

“I’m not trying to be funny.” My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. “You’re seriously telling me I survived a plane crash, a fever, broken ribs, and now I’m just supposed to rot on an island in the middle of nowhere?” His voice stayed calm. “No one’s rotting. You’re recovering.” “I don’t have time to recover.” He looked at me, confused. “You almost died.” I took a shaky breath. “Is there any kind of communication on this island at all?”

she noted before sinking into the sand. “What do you mean!” “It means we just did a full 360 of the island, and there’s no one else here but us, this is a very small island, and it is the wrong one” I sank beside her, fear engulfed me, and the ocean spat us out to our deaths. “What do we do now Kira?” I sobbed. She curled into her knees and clung to herself. “I dont know Pearl, find how to survive on our own or brace for death”

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

“The Third Tide’s about revelation. Truth. That’s what the Testament said.” Jonas looked at her, eyes shadowed. “And how exactly does truth drown people?” Sefina coughed, voice dry. “Because it takes away the lie you need to live.” --- They found the island on the third day. It was no more than a reef—flat, colorless, ringed with bones. No vegetation. No water. No sound but the endless shimmer of the light. Maya stepped off the boat with the dagger at her waist and the Testament wrapped in a black oilskin across her back.

Countless people jumped into the sea trying to survive, and only this group made it. At first, they lived off whatever they could salvage. They picked through debris on the island, gathered whatever washed ashore from the ship, and slowly built a small survivor base. Using the island's signal tower, Tavian kept sending broadcasts, drawing in more survivors over time. They called this place Eden. "What's it like where you're from?" Hayley asked. "Bad," Tavian said, shaking his head. "Coastal cities are completely overrun. I've contacted 21 survivor camps so far. Ten are gone. The remaining 11 say things inland are getting worse. Zombies keep evolving, and space is shrinking. They're barely ho

I asked, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck,” he muttered. We looked around. A small white-sand beach curving into thick jungle. Blue water everywhere. No falls, no sharp rocks, just calm birds and wind in the trees. Silas sat up, holding his ribs. “How the hell did we survive that drop?” “The current carried us out,” I said. “Same as it did Lyra. This has to be the island.” He pointed inland, where thin gray smoke rose straight up through the green like someone was cooking.

And since that day, it has been said that the island accepts no visitor except one who knows that love may save, and love may survive— but it never returns innocent. The guide concluded in a steady voice: > “In this version, recorded by a researcher of the island’s history, lies the meaning that survival does not equal healing, and that love may endure… without noise.” --- The guide fell silent. The lovers exchanged glances. The island stood before them, silent… as if waiting for a choice. ..... The Book of the Lovers’ Remembrance