Survival Novels & Stories

As I entered, I immediately locked the cabin door for safety. I gently put the clothes inside the bathroom, and I took a quick shower to rinse the salt water off of my body. After showering I immediately dry my body so I can go back and cuddle with Hestia. After I'm done, I got out of the bathroom and gently lay beside Hestia. I was about to wrap my arms around her when I heard my phone rang. Fuck, I should have disconnected my phone to the satellite phone. I groaned. I sigh then answer the phone. I didn't even bother to see who's calling me. I'm expecting it to be Elena or Katya, but to my surprise it's Eleanor.

All that is left is action. I looked to the other tally mark. Two days left. That is how many days till I would have to wait for my monthly visit from the only person I see anymore, my kidnapper. He visits me once a month since he put me here. He promised that I would be able to leave after this time. I also knew that was a lie. I was never getting out of this nightmare. At least not alive. Death, was that the only way out of this? I couldn’t give up yet though. No, I wouldn’t give up, because then he would win. He would have me out of his way and the sweet little life I house inside of me would be his to take. To destroy and make his own. Fighting was my only option. I was going to fight ti

He finally asked. "I don't but Amelia and I are running out of time. I just bought some herbs that are supposedly made to kill us but none of them smelled like what i smelt before on Elstan, so i'm thinking its a concotion of some sort using one or multiples of these herbs. Amelia and I already got everything else we will need we just needed the herbs. So until the full moon we'll be working pretty much every spare chance we can in order to figure this out." "So you're thinking the myths as to what kills us may actually give a boost to our wolves?" He asked tilting his head while focusing on the drive.

Soon, she got married, and just when life was about to start being tolerable, her husband and twin daughters died in an accident. None of it was her fault. Life was just unfair. Now she needs blood, and only she and Dad have Rh-null blood. I wish Dad could understand. “I can’t let my aunt die. She’s all I have. She is my mother and father. She is...” Evren holds me against his chest as my hands tighten around his shirt. I don’t care that I’m acting weak. I just need my aunt to be alive. “She-she doesn’t deserve to die. I also won’t die, will I?”

Their interests had never aligned. Brandon winced. His authority rested on equal distribution. If 80 people were reduced to ten shares, his building would collapse into chaos and cannibalism. He saw hunger burning in Marco's eyes and calculation hardening Tony's. He spoke quickly. "We can revisit the numbers. Tell us your next condition." "Fine." Cyrus tapped the tabletop. His hand rested only inches from the pistol. "If we are keeping 300 survivors alive, we need sustainability." "We cannot rely on scavenging forever. No one knows how long this blizzard will last."

Then he raised his voice, letting it carry over the crowd, through the minds and ears of every broken wolf still standing: “Anyone who is able to move—check on your neighbor. If you were hit with wolfsbane, move toward this side, here by the oak line. If you can walk, you can help. Go now.” Movement rippled through the battered survivors. Slow, unsteady, but determined. Simon turned back to Doc. “Do what you can. Loria will be here soon.” “I’ll keep them alive,” she promised. He nodded once and stepped back, eyes scanning the horizon. Our Luna was coming. And with her—hope. Or vengeance. Maybe both.

For family that kept surviving impossible things. "We're remarkable," she said. Raising glass. "We're impossible. We're family that survives everything. Dimensional threats. Consciousness prisons. Exploitation. Cancer. All of it. We survive. We adapt. We grow. We become. That's who we are. That's what we do. That's what we'll always do." "To survival," everyone said. "To family," I added. "To love," Reaper finished. We drank. We celebrated. We lived.

Right then, the airport announcement blared without warning. "To accelerate the elimination process and enhance the entertainment value of the final showdown, we are now activating the 'Survival Elimination Mode'! Today, the 20 players with the lowest hunger, thirst, and energy stats will be eliminated at midnight. "Attention: Three 'Emergency Supply Crates' will randomly spawn in Terminal T3, containing sufficient food, water, and small amounts of medicine. Crate locations will be broadcast once, when they appear." The public chat instantly exploded with despair and curses.

Not entirely. The intervals thin. They thicken again. And in that uneven breathing—strained, imperfect, still alive—continuation persists. That is not victory. It is survival. And for now, survival remains enough.

" he questioned. Silence fell over us. As expected, the only way to deal with this was to fight fire with fire. "Are you okay?" the system asked carefully. "Can you check if I'm still intact? Or have I already been reduced to ashes?" I asked in my mind. "The good news is that we're stuck in the middle of a plot point, so we're not dead yet." Then, it added sheepishly, "The bad news is that your supposed downfall is coming ahead of schedule, but neither of them has broken things off with you yet. If this continues, we'll be stuck here forever. None of us will be able to return home!"