Survival Novels & Stories

It was a pot of violently bubbling chili con carne, slick with red oil. The girls hadn’t reacted in time. The scalding liquid drenched them from head to toe, coating their faces and hair. They clawed wildly at their skin, wailing in agony. It had all happened in a flash. Dominic hadn’t even processed it until everything was already over. "Call an ambulance! Hurry!" I forced panic into my voice. Dominic stammered before finally snapping out of it and dialing emergency services. The boiling red chili blistered their faces instantly. As they rubbed frantically at the burns, the skin sloughed away, exposing raw flesh beneath. It was horrifying to look at.

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

I still had hope that I would be rescued. I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but I was woken up by noise. My eyes flew open, at first, I couldn’t see clearly. I had to blink a couple of times before my eyes could clear. “Still not dead?” asked Consort Yan leaning on some man she came with. “Don’t worry, if you don’t break then hungry and dehydration will kill you first.” She took a step closer.

"I'm okay! I'm alive!" I finally exhaled. Then I looked down at my right leg. Perfectly fine. I took a few careful steps. Both feet held steady. In my last life, Tristan panicked mid-jump and clung to me. His full weight crushed me, leaving me no chance to roll. My right leg took the impact for both of us. It shattered on contact, blood soaking the grass beneath me. Tristan landed on top of me without a scratch. I writhed on the ground in pain while he just stood there, pale and frozen.

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

I walked back to the Martinez house, stopping just a step away from the door. I don’t want to do this. They already did what they thought was best, but I don’t think it would be fair to let them believe that Thomas did it all on his own, because in reality, he didn’t. I opened up the door, and I instantly smelled it. Gas. How the hell? I didn’t even get a step in before the house blew. 4 days later. Cynthia Brown POV “ Dr. Brown, will she be okay?” “ Her vitals are stable, she should have woken up by now. Does anyone know if she has any family, or if there are any pre- existing health conditions?”

"They were standing between me and the backlash, and it threw them here instead." Skye didn't offer comfort. Didn't say it wasn't my fault or that he couldn't have known. I'd half-expected him to — the old Skye would have tripped over himself trying to make me feel better — but instead he just said, "Yes," and kept walking. Something about the honesty made it easier to breathe. "How long do people survive here?" I asked. A beat of silence that told her more than the answer would. "It depends on what they find. The Margin provides, after a fashion — you won't die of thirst or cold. But it tests. Everyone who enters gets tested, and people who fail their tests don't—"

Every reason I'd to keep you close was no longer valid, I don't recall a time were breathing come easily, but I never felt so alive even though the scenario contradicted itself. My tree lost its leave only to realize you were the reason why it had them in the first place, and now the same fire that burns my existence away is the one that keeps me sane. how can one feel at ease and be tormented by the same? I exhausted my chances to reach my destination because you were my home Jaden. There you are so close yet far, I caress your angelic face wishing I'd done it million times when I'd the chance. So I ask you to stay even though I hold the answer...so I keep on drowning.

"You always throw people into danger without thinking! You don't care about anyone's safety!" "I care about this pack's survival!" Noah shot back. "I care about making sure we have the resources to protect ourselves! She is part of this pack now! She needs to know how we survive!" "You call this survival?" Neal gestured around the cavern. "You call sneaking through forests in the dark survival? You call risking her life survival?" "It is the only way!" Noah's voice echoed through the cavern. "Without this business, we would be weak! Our enemies would destroy us! You

“We forced hesitation. Micro-errors. For the first time, he’s reacting to *us*. Not the other way around.” I felt it deep in my chest—the truth we had discovered. Survival wasn’t about perfection. It wasn’t about patterns or traps. Survival was instinct, trust, and connection. And when we were fully human together, we were untouchable. Madison nodded slowly. “Then we keep moving. Together. Alive. And let him see that edge we’ve found.” Ian’s grin widened. “Finally. Let him adapt all he wants. He’ll never match *us*.” And for the first time, I believed it completely.