Survive The Night Novels & Stories

Austin Foster escaped from the city, and he came back after a while to continue his legacy from where he stopped. The cops could not catch him no matter how hard they tried. Austin hid under a disguise and now, it is only those that are deep in the underground businesses that recognize him. He killed everyone that betrayed him, he literally handed them to butchers and he had them maimed like animals while he sat at a distance, watching them cry out for Mercy. Tyler is lucky to be alive…

“Candles three Green and white Bring protection to the child this night The moon is full The sky is clear Let misfortune and evil disappear The mighty wolf will ever reign Protect the girl from harm and bane Go to her Go to her Blessed be.” Adara knew the ritual, like the bottle she gave the girl earlier wouldn't act as some sort of magical body armor and cause bullets or blades to bounce off the girl. That was the sort of thing only happened in bad paperback novels. However, she knew it would combine with the force of will and inner strength the girl possessed, and maybe, just maybe, keep her alive long enough to make a difference.

“My dear, you need to feed, or your wounds will just get worse and deteriorate. We do not heal unless we feed and then our skin regenerates almost immediately. Looking up at him in awe, and with weird fascination, I ask, “How am I still alive?” Before he opens his mouth, I get a bad feeling and then he says, “My dear, you are not. We are vampires and we are the undead. Now hush and let me grab you a bite before your skin begins to deteriorate so fast that you won’t be able to go in public.” From that moment on, I knew that things that go bump in the night really do exist because I became one of them.

What more would I want ,I had shelter and water. I returned to the living room and laid down on the couch and close my eyes. Drifting off to Dreamland. Well it was more like a nightmare land since I woke up to another nightmare.a night of the day my parents were killed . I got up to see it was morning. I stretched and greeted the necklace and a broken bracelet "Morning mom and PAPI" I smiled the them in my hand "Now ,it's time find something to eat.." I stood up and ran out .the only place with food was the city market.i had seen it when mom and I were doing shopping .

NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”

The teenage cashier stumbled through the mud beside Evelyn, breathing so hard he sounded injured. “My mom’s still in the city,” he gasped. Nobody answered him. What could they even say? Civilization always died in layers. Phones first. Power next. Then people. The survivors finally slowed inside a shallow clearing surrounded by towering evergreens dripping rainwater from black branches overhead. Everyone looked destroyed already. And this was only the first night. A middle-aged man stepped forward suddenly. “We should go back to the highway.” “No,” Evelyn said immediately. The word came too fast. Too certain.

Even if I still wasn’t sure how I was going to stand up in front of them all and be what they needed me to be. We would show them what resilience looked like. What survival looked like. What rebuilding could be. Because if four tiny hearts could keep beating after everything they'd endured, then I could stand before a crowd and tell our story. That night, the silence in the house felt louder than it had in weeks. I stood by the window, arms crossed over my chest, watching the moon hang heavy and bright in the sky. Zerina stirred restlessly inside me. "We need to run," she said. "Something is calling us."

“Where are my brothers? Where is the Legion?” “From the patrols up north and all we can see, you are the only one alive.” Flavius blinked. “The last one? How can this be? We were so many against . . . monstrous . . . peoples . . . all around . . . ” The centurion nodded. “The sole survivor, sir.” “Gods . . . ” Flavius gasped. Could he really be the only one left? One of the men offered, “Whatever gods you pray to, I want to know. They did a great job saving your behind, sir.”

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …