The Rules Of Survival Book Novels & Stories

"Ten or more opponents might attack you at once. They will come at you from behind, throw dirt in your eyes, and try to tear your throat out while you're looking the other way. You must understand the difference between a sport and survival." I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists again. The reality of his words sank into my bones, cold and unforgiving. My Academy training suddenly felt like child's play, a sanitized version of something far more brutal. "Okay. Okay, I get it. No rules." "Second," he continued, his dark robes swirling as he folded his arms across his broad chest, "I'm going to teach you the absolute basics today. The foundatio

"This is a survival game. The first round is against the beasts. If we survive, we move to the next." "And the next?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched. "We fight each other." A cold dread settled in my chest. The rules were simple. Barbaric. Survive the beasts. Fight fellow captives. Be sold to the highest bidder. A twisted form of entertainment for the so-called elite. “I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, I'll protect you.” he assured me. Pierce moved swiftly, his fingers brushing against my face as he smeared dirt and grime over my skin. The rough texture of dried mud mixed with blood coated my cheeks, dulling my features beneath the makeshift camouflage

The crowd erupted in quiet cheers, whistles, claps, and laughter—joy sweeping through the clearing like sunlight breaking through clouds. I found myself smiling so wide my cheeks ached. Tonight, we remembered. And tonight, we celebrated. We were more than survivors—we were something new. And we were just getting started. *Note from the author* Book two Starts in the next chapter. "What Rose From the Ashes" I hope everyone has enjoied reading "What Survived the Burn" as much as I have enjoied writing it. This is why I see no other way than to begin book two...

Alex said smirking WHAT THE FUCK " Actually,I would like option A,"I said giving him a challenging look,he dare think women are weaklings "Me too"Isabella and Stella said simultaneously "What? you think you can survive our training?you are totally stupid "the giant said " You did survive workouts abuse,so we will survive the training" I said He was beginning to get on my nerves "Why? you think we are frail ?giant!"Isabella said "Okay , okay, what about you three?" Alex said looking at the sweet girl,yah they wouldn't even survive a day

“Okay. Six, Never miss his match and always there in every inter or intra school games. She must not be shy She must smile and hold hands She must put effort to make him the best player with her photography club team and feature him in magazine and school activities She must support his team and She must do everything to bring down Elliot's team by opening an anonymous account to bring Elliot down after he manipulated her.” My eyes widened and I wanted to feel pity but I remembered all he had done so I clenched my jaws. “I like that one.” Now, reading the ‘Rules we mustn't break. “We don't have to make love anywhere that isn't school unless it's in front of both our parents. Must not develop

I explained. I breathed deeply again, and I started to speak, “The secondary rules stated how to get away with a crime you did. Rule number six; don’t be afraid, the seventh rule is to erase the evidence that will connect you to the crime you did, rule number eight is you must kill the witness before he tells the cops who is the real mastermind of the crime, rule number nine is you must kill your conscience, be masculine enough to hide your crime, and lastly rule number ten is you must plan everything before and after the crime. That is how to be a murderer according to this book, thank you,” I said, so my classmates gave me a round of applause.

I probed, not sure I wanted to knowingly enter another situation like the fallout shelter had been, even if it did mean safety with numbers. “Luckily, not anything too horrible, at least that I’ve experienced so far, but I always have a contingency plan if things ever do go south. You’ll have to pick a job; everyone has to have one for us all to survive.” He finished securing the bandage around my foot, striding away to clean his hands off, but then he tacked on a minute later, “The worst of it is that the food’s rationed, and the rules can be pretty strict if you’re not a scavenger. They’re for everyone’s safety, so it’s hard to argue with them.”

Life at the castle wasn't too bad, all things considered. Once you stripped away the paralyzing fear of the unknown and the constant, dull ache in my infected shoulder, a strange kind of routine began to take shape. I quickly learned that survival here meant keeping your head down, moving fast, and never, ever drawing attention to yourself—a rule I tried desperately to follow, even if my mismatched eyes and the cruel hand of fate seemed determined to make me a target.

Mom could never show her face there again. I blocked her number but continued having someone deliver a book of scratch cards to her mailbox every month. I was not worried about her winning big. Scratch cards followed patterns. The ones I sent were carefully selected from batches where the grand prizes had already been claimed. Ironically, Mom really did get sick, just like she had claimed when she tricked me into coming home. She had a stroke. She survived but could no longer take care of herself. She would spend the rest of her life in bed.

Just remember that one day, I'll return the humiliation you gave me today a thousand times over! I couldn't be bothered to argue with him and turned back to the spectator stand. Meanwhile, Harken barely stepped onto the arena within the three-minute mark. The werewolf pack was massive, having developed over thousands of years with countless members. Among them, there were over a thousand young males around 20 years old. Werewolf battles had no fancy tricks. There were just brute power clashes. There were very few rules too. One lost the match if one was knocked off the arena.