Survival Marley Novels & Stories

Amelia shook her head. "Yes and know. He's all buddy buddy with one of the elders and from what Kyle has been told they chalked up all the deaths to a rouge attack and claimed that during this attack he found he second chance mate in a rouge she wolf." I looked at her confused. "I was told they met while they were in college." Amelia shook her head.

And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life. I felt like I was thrown into the depth of ocean from where I can never survive from its strong wave of tide no matter how much I tried to save myself I was lost and wounded. I lost the meaning of living a happy life; I lost the hope that somebody would come and save me from this abused and damned life; I had given up at this point.

I ask, my voice still quiet, unsure how to respond to the way they look at her. Mara gives a slight nod, her eyes lingering on one young girl who clings to her like she’s found the only piece of safety in the world. “Yes. Some of them managed to run, but most of them didn’t make it. It’s why I couldn’t just leave them. I couldn’t walk away from this. They’re not just escapees. They’re... survivors. All of them.” She looks at me then, a small but certain glint in her eyes, like she’s testing me. I know she wants me to understand, but it’s not the kind of thing you can just understand with a few words.

one of the Hunters–who must be their leader–shouts. The acrid smoke from the main building fills the air. Though the building is still standing, from where I’m hidden I can see the damage to the second floor. Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. I’ve failed. I didn’t get the coin, and I haven’t saved Alec. Unless we both find a way to sneak off this island, we’re as good as dead. If he’s smart, then he’s already left. He had a chance to slip away while I had the Silver Hunters distracted, and I really hope he took it.

Grace wouldn't send such hateful messages! She hadn't even been told about the funeral because they were afraid she couldn't handle it. She still didn't know Clara had passed away. Clinging to one last hope, Daniel dialed the number. It connected after two rings, but instead of the soft voice he expected to hear, a mocking tone cut through the line. "Clara, you finally answered. I can't believe you still aren't dead after being bitten by that snake. If you're alive, get back here and transfer everything to me! Do as I say, and I won't have Mom and Dad take your kidney!"

"How can you be so selfish? The bunker was built with money we all put in! What right do you have to take it all for yourself? Come out and get us! Now!" I let out a soft laugh. "Why the rush? The safe's key and the address of the bunker are both inside. And the password—you already know it, don't you?" From the other end came frantic rummaging sounds, mixed with barely restrained delight. "Found it! We found it!" Leisurely, I leaned back on the sofa and switched to the surveillance feed of the safe. I watched as the three of them crowded around the safe, entering the password. Their faces bloomed with the wild joy of survivors spared from disaster.

No one yet. "He kills intruders for sport, Elara," Martha warned, seeing the look in my eyes. " If you go there, you die. And the boy dies anyway." I looked at Leo. He looked so small on the metal table, his skin grey and clammy. I brushed a lock of dark hair off his forehead. He was the only good thing that had come from the wreckage of my life. He was the only reason I had kept breathing after Kael destroyed everything I had.

One of them didn't seem pleased to be carried like a potato sack, but Pakuri paid them no heed and continued to hurry towards the square. Scarlett turned another corner and continued to search for survivors. She found the charred remains of an entire family who had been hugging each other on what seemed to have been a bed, and she bent over, throwing up. While she was no stranger to death now, the sight of their burnt bodies intertwined broke something inside of her. She crouched on the ground, heaving. "Come," Marcellus said behind her. She hadn't even heard him approach her. He lifted her up from beneath her arms. "I found some people and told them to run to that wheat field just outside t

I hate to admit it but even though Bob is a bit eccentric, he's now the most reliable. I scan my surroundings for something, anything that allows me to go help the rest. There's a trail of blood, it must have been left by the jackal that Helena managed to hurt, a little further on, the corpse of a jackal lying in a pool of blood gives me hope. the spear is still skewered in its belly.

The next morning, ignoring his stern warnings, I took two painkillers and ran straight toward the heart of the ruins. Sebastian told me that if I went out there, I wouldn't make it back alive. Honestly, he wasn't the only one who thought so. During those four years, everyone assumed I wouldn't survive to see the next day. But I couldn't die before I found Damian. By nightfall, I staggered out from the smoke, carrying two children in my arms. Sebastian grabbed the kids to rush them into triage, then glanced over at me as I collapsed onto a cot, barely alive.