Survival Island Novels & Stories

In the end, we prevailed. During the five years that followed there weren’t that many catastrophes and our focus on survival kept most of our thoughts of home away. Even Isabella thought less and less of her parents as she grew older. Over time, most people got used to the bizarre situation they had found themselves in back in July 2013. Many people did commit suicide, yes, but most people choose to live on in this unknown land.

Josephine looked a little reluctant but still nodded in the end. She watched Lewis leave the beach and disappear into the woods. As per his instructions, she waited by the campfires and kept adding firewood from time to time. The young woman's survival experience on this desolate island was close to none. She would have died in less than two days if she weren't with Lewis. Compared to her, Lewis was very experienced in wilderness survival. He could use all the resources on the island to his advantage.

Levi and his teammates were dropped on an uninhabited island about 500 kilometers away from Chatterton Town by helicopter. It was an unexplored deserted island filled with bramble and weeds. They were not provided any food, nor were they given any weapons or tools to survive. If they wanted to survive on this desolate island under these circumstances, their hands-on skills and intelligence would be put to the test. Colonel Brown had once said that to be a good leader, one had to depend on their intelligence, and not on their physique.

I could see the look of defeat in his eyes but I wasn't done breaking his spirit. “Your second option is to find a way to survive on the island and hope a ship will pass this route and rescue you, but that's highly unlikely given the terrain. Also, for that very option, you better hope it happens in three months because I will be returning to the island in three months time with my hunting crew, and everything that breathes is game.” I announced to his dismay.

We stood there, three people who'd been at each other's throats just days ago, now stranded together in the middle of nowhere. "We need to be smart about this," I said. "Find shelter, fresh water, food. Figure out if we're alone here." "Alone?" Nivia asked nervously. "Islands have wildlife," Justin said. "Could be dangerous without our wolves to protect us." She paled slightly. We were essentially human now - no enhanced strength, speed, or senses. No rapid healing. Just three teenagers on a tropical island. "First things first," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "We need to get out of this sun and find water. Humans can only survive three days without water."

If it hadn't been that Robins was a step away, the fight between Estrada and I would have ended badly. The SIG MOSQUITO found its way to the back of Estrada's head, and Robins commanded him not to move as I started tying up his hands. “ Put the call to the command center for Exfil,” “ Yes, commander.” “ And let them know to bring the recovery team.” With that we both looked over at Hughes. Present time I sat at the chair facing the computer screens and watched the families, the kids playing, the men laughing and the women on the side gossiping. I truly made something here, my name, will forever live amongst these families long after they have all lived and died.

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

he said. His voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was the same voice that had whispered to me in the dark. The man on the screen sounded like the man who had cried while holding me, telling me he loved me. An interviewer, an older woman with a tight, professional smile, leaned in. "Mr. Coop, the island was tropical, so you weren't in danger of freezing, but how did you truly survive for two months?" Nathaniel’s expression was neutral, his corporate mask firmly in place. "I’ve been asked this many times. Simply put, there were natural resources available. And also, I had a good partner. We worked well together and survived despite the odds."

“Oh, everyone, please don’t come for me all at once! Seek others as well. Maybe someone like my sister Lucia?” They dismissed me without even a glance. “We’re not taking any dead weights.” “Miss Burrel, you survived over thirty days on a deserted island! You’re experienced!” “Exactly! She grew up in the countryside. She might be strong, but she knows nothing about surviving the wilderness,” said Irene. “This is wilderness survival! We won’t even have matches to light stoves. Hahaha…” “We know you’re soft-hearted, Miss Burrel, but we’ve all signed waivers. Compassion won’t keep us alive.”

This was the physical survival I was built for—the Heir’s cold efficiency directing every ounce of my strength to keep us moving toward the shoreline. The escalation was a relentless tide of fire and water. As we reached the black sands, the ground split open. Geysers of scalding steam erupted from the cracks, and the once-still ocean was now a churning, blood-red monster. The Sovereign dropships were falling from the sky like dying insects, caught in the electromagnetic pulse of the island's destruction. "Doon!" I pointed to a small, discarded skiff near the jagged rocks.