Survivalist Path Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

Chloe's journey back to the Mill Creek house was a nightmare of pain and cold. She crawled through the snow, her body broken, her vision blurred. The wind howled around her, its icy fingers clawing at her exposed skin. She could feel the cold seeping into her wounds, could feel her blood freezing in her veins. She was dying, and she knew it. But she kept moving, her determination fueled by a primal will to survive. She had come too far to give up now. She had survived the apocalypse, survived the cold, survived the beatings. She would not let some stranger's rage be the end of her.

"The year is 3557. Sooner or later it would have to happen. Our Sun has increased dramatically in size, destroying the surface of the planet Earth city and almost all life, and then it began to decrease sharply, lowering the temperature of the planet to -120 Kelvin. Those who survived called the Apocalypse a "Cryogenic explosion," and some of the survivors proclaimed themselves a tribe of " Born in darkness." I am one of the few embroiderers who have become part of this tribe. We started living underground in a city we built called "shelter," and due to the lack of sunlight, we developed white skin pigmentation and new diseases. Not only have we changed our appearance, but our DNA has change

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

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.

Horrified as I was, my mouth fell open when I saw how I was able to stand in the fire-which means, my feet were literally stepping on the fire! And it wasn't just that. There's something glowing in me. My wrist. What's more peculiar is that, the light is coming from a birthmark I've never seen before. In my seventeen years of existence, there's nothing in my body I didn't discover yet. So why do I have this strange birthmark all of a sudden? And why am I still alive until now? Look at yourself, Ophelia. You're still alive because fire isn't your enemy. In fact, it's the other way around.

Does spring excite the blood? Harmless chuckles rippled through the rest. “There’s something else I want to say,” Kleskh voiced again, ignoring Daren’s angry speech. “Walkers gather in large flocks. In the Abyss, werewolves lured out at night for a whole tyn. Only one family survived, and that was because the house was protected by a special slander, and the amulets for all of them turned out to be reliable. - As? – leaned forward Daren, instantly forgetting about Lesan.

The controllers frequently singled out groups of weak bloods, forcing them into perilous situations before kidnapping the survivors under the cover of night. These survivors were subjected to experiments, injected with various drugs, and then sent back within the walls. Most died, but those who survived displayed unsettling symptoms like aggression, cannibalism, hallucinations, hysteria, lunacy, and even auto-cannibalism. Ezra and Ellery had endured the same torment several times. Yet, somehow, they held on, persevering alongside the celestial kid. It was torture just watching them live in those conditions. I can’t even fathom what they’d have actually gone through.

"That’s funny. Everyone knows she follows you like a lovesick pup. First thing in the morning, it’s always, ‘I love you, Harken!’" "Yeah, Harken, you’d better win in three days. We don’t want to end up stuck with her." Harken smirked. The glint in his eyes darkened as he stalked toward me, step by step. "Cyra, what game are you playing this time?" The crowd fell silent as he continued. "Everyone in this pack knows I killed a full-grown tiger when I was fifteen. You think there’s a single werewolf stronger than me?"

" 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!"

Julian tumbled down a second later, his tablet cracked but still glowing. “We have to move,” Julian gasped. “They’ll be tracking the heat signature.” We ran. The tunnel was a natural crevasse, reinforced with the same mycelium ribs I had seen in The Ossuary. It felt like we were running through the veins of a giant. Above us, the mountain shook. A sound like a thousand freight trains echoed through the ice—the sound of an avalanche. Elara had triggered the glacier. She had buried The Ossuary, the drones, and herself under a million tons of ice.