This Damned Thirst For Survival Novels & Stories

I breathed through the dizziness. Death. That was how this chapter of my life would end. I needed to give in to it. I wanted to, but my survival instinct, after so long in that mode, was hard to suppress. The need to survive was in every cell. It drove me onward. I knew myself. I wouldn’t give in no matter what no matter what they did to me. Not until my last breath was ripped from my lungs. Why couldn’t death be easy?

He looked around and saw their thirst for blood—beasts devoid of feelings of kindness and pity, machines made to kill without mercy. He decided that day to be the executioner instead of the one who was lashed, and since that day killing became his hobby, a hobby he took that taught him the laws of survival, either to be the murdered or the killer, the prey or the hunter, the oppressed or the oppressor, and he decided that everything after the ............... After a lot of effort, countless attempts, and bruises all over her body, she was able to get herself out of that hole. She crawled out of it, gasping for breath and feeling very dry in her mouth and throat. She needs water now and immed

I had spent a long time trying so hard to be quiet, to be the definition of perfect for a world that would end me without baiting an eyelid I tried to stay quiet in the way I breath, the way I walked through Blackthorn, the way I walked through Blackthorn, in the way I held the power folded tightly inside my ribs like a dangerous secret, I learned early that survival depended on how little space I occupied, I existed gently, I apologized for things that were never my fault. I apologized for being cursed, I remained sorry for being alive, for appearing too much but tonight it all ended, I was totally done.

"The settlements you destroyed. The people you've killed. You carry that weight. Monsters don't feel regret." "Monsters feel everything." His thumb traced my lower lip, sending electricity down my spine. "That's what makes us monsters. We feel it all the regret, the guilt, the self-loathing and we do it anyway because survival demands it." "Is that what you tell yourself? That survival justifies everything?" "No." His forehead dropped to mine, his breath mingling with mine. "I tell myself that one day, someone will make me pay for all of it. And I'll deserve every second of that suffering."

There was no way that she would be losing a friend right now. Not now and not ever. Diana was about to push through the subconscious bubble that she was in when Teshin chose this moment to speak up. Teshin’s voice was extremely lower than normal. “The real fun is when the prey thinks that they have a shot of escaping from your clutches only to end up dying, crushing their hope. There is no better hunt than exterminating your prey’s will to survive, Diana. Always remember that.”

They were so full of holes that they did nothing to keep my feet warm. I had barely slept the entire time I had been here. Every time I felt like I was able to finally relax enough to sleep something woke me up. I just didn't know what. I could feel myself getting weaker every day and it drove me mad. I felt like I was about to loose what little sanity I clung to at any moment. Loosing my marbles wouldn't help me or the rest of my pack though and that thought is what kept me going. My pack needed me to be strong, they needed me to get through this and come out alive. Amelia needed me.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Zander grumbled between deep breaths, “I need myrevenge. II need it. Some bastard masterminds the death of my parents! Matheo fucked myex-wife,e and my friend betrayed me! Those bastards used me! Damn it!” Elvie halted, “Yes. I heard. Many, many times. So what if they did?” She cut him off, balling her hands into fists. "They did something wrong, which doesn’t give you the right to do something even worse.” She pushed his chest.

And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life. I felt like I was thrown into the depth of ocean from where I can never survive from its strong wave of tide no matter how much I tried to save myself I was lost and wounded. I lost the meaning of living a happy life; I lost the hope that somebody would come and save me from this abused and damned life; I had given up at this point.

How could I argue when everything I had relied upon—my freedom, my past, the man I once loved—had been stripped away in one ruthless stroke? Damian didn’t give me time to respond. He stepped even closer, the shadows from the city lights outside wrapping him in an aura of untouchable power. “You think I saved you,” he continued, measured and deliberate, “but that isn’t what this is. This isn’t about you. Or me. Or even love. This is survival.” I shivered, and it wasn’t from cold. The weight of his words pressed on me harder than any prison wall, heavier than the chains I had worn, heavier than Adrian’s betrayal.