Survivalist Path Cold Blooded Novels & Stories

"When I touched that juror, I didn't just feel his blood. I felt a surface. Like a thin sheet of ice over a void. He wasn't impersonating Councilor Kael; he was wearing him." "We’ve checked the remaining Council members, Sofia. We’ve had them bleed into bowls of salt water just to satisfy the mob’s superstitions. They’re all real. They all bleed red or indigo, depending on their tier," Jax countered, finally slamming a report down. "The 'Cold-Bloods' are broken. The sabotage at the core was their last stand. We are chasing ghosts in the snow."

He traced a small circle around my eye sockets with the laser. "See how her pupils are blown wide? There's nothing in her expression except thirst. That's raw, unfiltered survival instinct. We've been living in civilization for so long, most of us have forgotten what that even looks like." Raw survival instinct? I was crouched in that corner, drinking filthy water, thinking about nothing except whether drinking a little less might mean a little more for Mom and Dad. Love and sacrifice were all I knew. And to them, that was animal instinct?

Professor Shaw said. My hand moved to my stomach. It was flat. For several seconds, I could not breathe. “Where is my baby?” The answer was already in Professor Shaw’s eyes. The project doctor spoke gently. “By the time we reached you, the procedure had already begun. You had lost too much blood. We transferred you here immediately, but the fetus was too weak to survive.” I stared at the ceiling.

I slowly limped away. Desperate to find water, wild fruits to eat, plants or herbs to tend to my injuries. Anything that could help with my situation. I felt like I had been walking for hours but when I looked back. I had only taken a few steps. Cold sweat ran down my back and forehead. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn’t stop, I had to keep moving, it was going to get dark soon and I couldn’t sleep out there. The thought of wild animals in the night and bandits finding me and doing unspeakable things to me.

That surprised Mitchell until he concluded that it must have been so hot that it cauterized his flesh as it entered, thus preventing serious bleeding. It was snowing extremely hard, and the wind was beginning to whip the flakes around in all directions. For the first time, Mitchell realized that it was also very cold. He would need shelter and heat before long or he'd perish. He had often listened to his father and his Green Beret friends discuss some of their survival training and what they had endured and what they had learned. The important thing was to never give up.

He was not just no eating and no sleep weak but a real weak one, like he will collapse often while walking, he often vomits blood and often faint. Everything, Every person has a weakness and that weakness could be the death of them. Alex did all this to save David but what he didn't know was that David will eventually die if isn't alive. True Blood, as much of a beast they are, they still have a weakness and that is staying away from their mate. A true Blood can't survive if they stay away from their mate for too long, and if the mate is dead, they will die eventually. Alex was not showing any signs of life but Grandma and others were not at all going to give up. David would die if Alex didn

After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat. In the story, right before we reached the government's underground bunker, Hudson abandoned me. Without laws, the monsters roaming the wasteland were far more terrifying than the heat. I fell into the hands of raiders and met a miserable end. The sudden download of information made my head spin. As Hudson reached out to hand me the ice, I instinctively swatted his hand away. "Don't! I... I don't want it anymore." Silence fell over the RV. Maybe he was so used to my dramatic mood swings that nothing surprised him anymore. He looked at his reddened hand and shook his head in resignation.

Jade's POV The world didn't end with a bang or a line of malicious code. It ended with a quiet, bone-deep vibration that started in the center of my chest and radiated outward until my very soul felt like it was rattling against my ribs. The "Iron Shiver." That was what the survivalists called it—the moment your body stops fighting the cold and starts preparing for the shut-down.

I want to find love. “I’m afraid there’s a very high chance that you might perish. Most of the victims die out of severe infection, convulsion, and some just go crazy and kill themselves in the process. Only the strong ones survive the incubation period and when they do, they become one of us. However, that’s not a guarantee that they are going to live. This world is bloody brutal, filled with vile creatures of the moon and they must find a pack in order to continue surviving.” “That’s utter bullshit!” I snapped. I’m insanely overwhelmed with dread, confusion and frustration.

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.