This Damned Thirst For Survival Novels & Stories

My body was incinerating its own fat to fuel the evolution inside. I watched him through the open door. Damian didn't look like a man working; he looked like a predator waiting for a trap to spring. Every time he shifted in his chair, every time his fingers tapped the glass of his desk, the Silver Threads behind my eyes flickered. 3... 2... 1... I gripped the mattress, my knuckles white. I had to kill him. I had to kill the only man who was keeping me alive. The irony tasted like ozone.

I was burning through a lifetime of caution in a single night. I moved from the shadows, a flicker in the peripheral vision of the next passerby. My hand was a manacle on their arm, pulling them into the alley's maw before their mind could even register the movement. There was no seduction here. No art. Just need. My fangs extended, a sharp, familiar ache, and sank into the warmth of their jugular. The blood hit my tongue—a flood of life, of caffeine and stress and cheap whiskey. I drank, a desperate, gulping swallow, not for pleasure, but for survival. I pulled away the instant their heart stuttered, leaving them to slump with the others. Alive, but unconscious. A dozen of them. Yet the fir

But then it was gone, and he was the same man he had always been the one who would do anything for power, no matter the cost. “You don’t get it, do you?” Noah said, shaking his head as if disappointed. “This was never about power. It was about survival. And I’ll do whatever it takes to survive.” Damien moved closer to Sienna, his presence unwavering. “And you’ll destroy everything in your path, won’t you?” Noah didn’t respond, but his silence spoke volumes. His eyes flicked to the side, and for a brief moment, Sienna saw something she hadn’t expected fear. Not just fear of Damien, but fear of losing control, of everything slipping away from him.

The wa​y he stood like nothing coul‍d touch‍ him. "Y‌ou can st‍arve yourself for a week if yo⁠u w‍ant. We'll wait. B​ut ev‍en‌tual⁠ly you'‍ll ea‌t. Becaus​e eventu‍ally survival wins. It al​ways‌ doe‌s." ‍ He turned t‌o loo‍k‌ a​t me. "The on‌ly question is ho​w muc​h yo⁠u want to suffer first."

“Garett and I, we want the Vitalis Master dead. But not just any kind of death, we want him to suffer.” Amanda’s rate of breathing increased. “Why? What is your reason?! Tell me!” “Because I want you of course, and he is my obstacle to getting you,” Matteo replied. He then cocked his head towards Garett and continued, “He however has his own reasons which are his to tell.” The man in question released a wicked grin and pointed his eyes on the exposed skin of her shoulder. “I just want him to suffer. See to it that he pays for his sins. Badly.”

Kael murmured. It wasn’t strength. It wasn’t victory. It was survival. And sometimes— Even that came at too high a cost. ---

WOLVES SHOULD BURN. The words filled the screen. It was fear. It was hatred. But it was something even worse. Certainty. Something inside me cracked. And in a trembling voice, I whispered, “I need water.” Darius paused and frowned. “You refused to eat, and now you want water?” He turned away. “There’s no water here.” I quickly placed my hands on my stomach. “You said I’m just bait, and you want me dead before Lucien arrives. I don’t think I’ll survive if I don’t drink water right now.”

I looked at my mother, and I was disgusted by her. How could the moon goddess curse me with a vile creature like my birth mother? "If you disagree, we will take out Luna Stacy and Alpha Aesop. That would hurt James, too. The call is yours. Either you go to Caspian, or we kill you and James' grandparents. We will still be on track. A war will still ensue, but the sad part is we will only gain the island. Once all the moons are dead, the pack will turn feral. It will be a half-win for Caspian but a win nonetheless." David said and smiled.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

he asked him “You think this is pride? You think I would pick my pride over the love of my life? Are you crazy? How insane do you think I am? I can’t live with the guilt that my venom killed her! I just can’t do that! How do you any me to survive?” Damian screamed at him