Survivalist Path Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

Only 45 people were left, with Omari taking up 25 spots, which meant that unless the remaining 20 people's stats miraculously shot up, midnight would be their collective elimination. "We cannot let Omari's people get those emergency supply crates." Steve's gaze landed on me. "Melanie, how does a broke person turn things around in a death trap like this?" The key to surviving as a broke person had never been brute force. It was about finding loopholes, exploiting trickery, navigating chaos, and seizing opportunities. "First Emergency Supply Crate spawned: Terminal T3, Level B2, Employee Break Room!" Sure enough, footsteps echoed in the distance as Omari's team marched toward T3 in full force.

To Danté it became obvious by the tingle in his fingertips, hypothermia is when the body attempts to survive by killing off extremities first, drawing all the heat to the organs, not caring of the fingers die and rot, if the toes fall off. Keep the organs alive to survive, but here in his chest Danté felt that flame was out, and now, watching the teared face of Rebecca as she smiled warmly hugged within her family, he was glad its that he got to see that, and not some hole in the ground, or a dark place to hide. He can die happily, he felt, closing his eyes and sighed out one last breath. Rebecca looked at her parents "I can't believe this ended with me being with everyone, still alive..." S

Chapter 84: The Old Sawmill Luca and Ethan crawled from the icy creek bed, slick with black mud that clung to every fibre of their clothing. The cold had been brutal, searing their lungs, but the sludge offered a brief shield against Maxwell’s thermal sensors. Ethan’s ribs throbbed with each laboured breath, yet the cold had muted the pain just enough for him to move. Their bodies shook violently, teeth chattering, limbs trembling as if their muscles themselves had forgotten how to obey.

Hundreds of people being transformed into Julian's vision of evolution, whether they wanted it or not. "This is the future," he said proudly. "Within two weeks, when the system collapses, these will be the ones who survive. The adapted. The evolved. The perfected." I looked at the chambers, at the people screaming or unconscious or already too far gone to be human anymore, and I felt something cold and hard settle in my chest. I'd made my choice. Survival over principle. My team's lives over my father's legacy. But that didn't mean I'd given up.

If looks could kill, her grandmother's mourning on her ashes now. "Breath, Mr. Montemayor. Suck the candy and let the sweet taste calm you down." He did what he was told. As the seconds pass, she can see Havoc's expression soften. Sunny walks towards him as if she's walking inside the devil's cave; danger. She doesn't know to what extent he can hurt her.

I began to read and to train my body. Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, my heart grew fuller and calmer than it had ever been. A strong, healthy body was the greatest asset for enduring this long apocalypse. Occasionally, I would access the global surveillance network to glimpse the world being scorched by heatwaves. The traces of civilization were being erased at breathtaking speed. Skyscrapers grew brittle and collapsed under the relentless heat. Forests turned to scorched earth. The oceans evaporated, revealing jagged seabeds and countless skeletal remains of once-living creatures.

Blaine usually went out with a group of five to go hunting to bring the max amount of food back, however today him and the missus got into a big fight, so he left by himself. I watched as he traveled to the east end of the forest. It had the most game over here, most days we had rabbit, some good days we’d eat deer, elk, and buck. Allison helped by bringing some chickens, so we aren’t short on much. I sat 200 yards back, and watched through my scope. My 308 was my best. I never missed a shot with it. I watched as he sat still waiting for the doe to cross his sights one more time.

The air was thick with iron and smoke, every breath burning my lungs. Bodies—friend and foe—lay scattered across the ridge like broken chess pieces, crimson soaking the earth beneath the Blood Moon’s merciless glow. I clutched the dagger Killian had forced into my hand earlier. My knuckles were white, my heart pounding so violently I swore it could give us away. Around me, the Survivors moved with weary precision, patching wounds, sharpening blades, whispering quick prayers.