This Damned Thirst For Survival Novels & Stories

"That burst of energy? That’ll have alerted every tracker within three miles. We’ve given away our position, and for what? A few extra minutes of life?" Aiden stood up, his legs trembling. He felt a newfound, terrifying strength coursing through his limbs. It was addictive. It was intoxicating. He felt as though he could punch through the rotting stone of the chimney and tear the roof off the world. "We survived the night," Aiden said, his voice now a steady, chilling baritone. "We survived because you finally stopped fighting your own nature," Ignis whispered from the floor, not meeting Aiden’s eyes. "I didn't choose it," Aiden retorted, though he couldn't deny the hunger that still gnawed

She stood rooted to the spot as she stared at Felix and cradled the pup in her arms. Ultimately, they were helpless to do anything. "I'm… begging you… Kill… me…" Felix mumbled when we were back in the car. "What are you saying?" I asked with a laugh. "You're my beloved mate. I would never kill you." Felix squeezed his eyes shut as blackened blood leaked from the corners of his lips. He mustered all the strength that he had left, trying to end his life by biting his tongue off. Unfortunately for him, I was faster than him. I grasped his chin and hissed, "Death's too merciful for you, Felix. I'm going to make sure you live until you're 100 years old. You're going to watch me take away everythi

Sophia's POV Gunshots. The non-stop sound of the metal bullets was a constant tally in my mind of death. I've heard over 25 deaths in the past two hours. Casper and Ripper seemed unaware of the mayhem and bloodshed happening all around them, in fact they had begun playing cards to past time. I sat shaking in a corner, praying to make it out of here alive, my rope burned wrists ached but it didn't stop my struggle to break free from them. Tears were now out of the question, this was not the time for petty sorrow and self pity, I was starving and thirsty, but both men refused to provide me with anything other than death threats.

And for a moment, it was enough to hold me back from tipping into the abyss. The shard, furious, shifted its whispers. No longer promises of victory—now it was promises of survival. “Give me what I crave, and I will not take him. Refuse, and I will devour him before your eyes.” My pulse stuttered, the choice wrapping around me like a noose. It was not Kayden’s sword that threatened Damian, but the fire in my veins.

Tomorrow, someone would fall. I could feel it. The spark. The fracture. The flames that would test everything. And I would have to stand in it. Watch. Decide. Navigate. No longer observation. No longer strategy. Survival. Everything we had built. The nigh t closed around the mansion, heavy and alive with potential. I understood. No return. The edge had been reached. The flames were rising. Tomorrow, we would see who survives. And who burns.

A dark, irrational craving that made my skin feel too tight, as if I needed to shed my very humanity just to breathe. I was burning, and in my delirium, I couldn't distinguish the fever of my injury from the fever of the bond. I saw him behind my eyelids—the way his jaw had tightened when he looked at me, the raw power rolling off him in waves. I hated him for being there, and I hated myself for the way my body was screaming for him to be closer. "Water," I hissed, the word breaking against my teeth. The thirst was a living thing, a jagged claw scraping at the back of my throat. I needed to drown the images, to quench the fire that felt less like sickness and more like a slow, agonizing surr

For a moment, I almost feel peaceful. But I’m not finished. I tell myself this, over and over, even as my vision tunnels and the moon wobbles in the sky. You don’t get to quit now. You didn’t let them run you out of town, you didn’t let the drunks or the grief or the bullshit kill you. Don’t start now. I drag in one last breath, sharp and sweet as battery acid. I survive. I will survive. The world goes black, and I fall into it.

"A cushion then? I'm getting sores in my skin from rubbing against damp concrete. If they get infected which, in these conditions, they probably will, your source of entertainment will be cut short." "Hmmm..." She rocks a hand; sniffs and smiles. "We'll see. Perhaps I'll give you something... since you're learning to ask nicely... like a good pet." ***** Chained in my corner, I stare into the dark... This is it then. I survived it all... Outlived them all... Mercenaries... Murderers... Machete-wielding savages... A hundred bastards just like me... Some of them worse than me... I survived the lot.

I imagined the bite and the flood and the way the world narrows to a throat when you drink from someone who looks you in the eye and does not ask to be spared. I leaned forward until the leash burned across my shoulders. I stopped. There was no breaking this law—not for me, not for anyone like me. It would not bend to hunger. It would only snap my body like kindling if I tried. I knew it; I had seen others turn to ash against thresholds older than empires. And still, the wanting was a living thing in me.

he said quietly. The words should not have affected me. But they did. BecauseI realisedd that’s what he wanted. Not my happiness. Not my consent. My endurance. My ability to survive humiliation without collapsing. Like he was testing how sharp I could stay under pressure. “You’re sick,” I whispered. Damien didn’t deny it. “You’re alive.” “You keep saying that like it’s supposed to comfort me.” “It’s supposed to remind you,” he replied. “Of what?” “That you don’t get to die from this,” he said calmly. “Not when you’ve already survived worse.”