This Damned Thirst For Survival Novels & Stories

She growled, weak but vicious, "Oh, please, spare me the pride parade, you stubborn cunt. You think I want this? You think I like the way they make us wet and drip? It's disgusting. It's humiliating. But it's survival, Vee. Survival is dirty. Survival is letting them bury their cocks in you until you're screaming, until they're lost in the heat, and then...bam...you twist the knife. Or their balls. Whichever hurts more and that's not yielding, Vee. That's victory with a side of cum." I ignored her as my empire flickered through my mind like a wound I refused to touch. Marcus. That betraying bitch. I wondered, not for the first time, whether he was sitting on my throne right now, wearing my p

I found Zevarion, back pressed against an old tree. He looked up and smiled faintly when he saw me. That smile, the only warmth I trusted anymore. I handed him the food and sat beside him, the silence between us as comfortable as the shadows. “These people are beyond saving,” I muttered. “You saw what they did when given food, they turned into animals.” Zevarion unwrapped the meat slowly, chewing as he listened. “That’s what happens when people are starved for too long,” he said softly. “It’s instinct, survival. When you take everything from someone, all that’s left is the will to fight for scraps. And that’s exactly what Xareth wants.”

I ignored her as usual, looking lifeless and dead because not even the meal given to me was touched. Why would a dead man need a meal to survive? This was one of the times they will try so hard to force the food down my throat and I would bite and bite and chew their hands instead until they had no choice but to stop for a moment. My life was fucked up with Felix being released despite everything he has done to destroy my soul. “You called it the secret spring, because he was so cool and warm at the same time. The waters outside rushing down the rocks was what made it cool and our naked bodies pressing together each morning and groaning making love with every warm warm and perfect scene.”

I sis this almost for seven times and then, it felt like she had quenched her thirst. I sat relieved by her side. I had never thought the water from ceiling could save someone's life. It could quench the thirst of someone. I had never thought, I would run for water and just water unaware if the germs in it. That day, I realized, hunger and thirst are so inevitable things and it sees nothing at its worst conditions. Suddenly, I felt her hands on mine one more time, She pressed her rough nails on my palm and wrote, G----a----b----r----i----e----l----l----a

“It is blood. And it is the only thing that will quench the thirst that consumes you. Drink, girl, or you will die.” His words were flat, unyielding. No compassion, just brutal fact. My gaze darted between the flask of dark liquid and Lysander’s unreadable face. Die. The word echoed in my mind. Die here, after everything? After surviving Kieran’s rage and Rhys’s betrayal? After running from everything I knew? The thirst was a living thing inside me now, a monster gnawing at my insides. It pulsed, a rhythmic agony. My head throbbed. Every instinct screamed no, but my body was screaming survive.

Not just to avoid death, but for something far more urgent. With everything that had happened, I'd momentarily forgotten about the clock ticking down inside me. But I was brutally reminded when that unnatural thirst returned with a vengeance. Perhaps I was being punished for my brief reprieve. Perhaps the hunger triggered it, or the pain awakened something dark inside me. Whatever the cause, the thirst was worse than ever; a depraved craving for something I knew would destroy me. My throat felt like a desert. The urge to sink my teeth into my own wrist, to taste the copper warmth, nearly overwhelmed me more times than I could count. Only the chains kept me from making that irreversible mista

Then, she added, "We're all in this together. A downpour's coming, so we should find some supplies." She crouched before me and held my left hand. Her face was a mask of understanding. "It's all my fault. I'll help you up." I slapped her hand away in disgust. She let out a gasp and fell backward. Everyone huddled around her and shot me with dark glares. I stood up and put on a sneer. Yes, a downpour was coming. In my previous life, these asshats had only survived those two days by the skin of their teeth. I busted my ass setting up traps in the sea for a catch. The waves roared and crashed like a neverending tide. One time, they nearly swept me into the sea.

"Thank you for always being on our side. We wouldn't have to live in a mountain cave if everyone were like you." Uri also knew not to continue the story about the Red Leaf organization; he took the initiative to switch the conversation to Finn. "We are always in danger of extinction, so for three thousand years, did our previous generations not find a way to live for themselves?" "All our previous generations have always found a way to live, but hope keeps dying with time," Finn replied desperately. "They didn't find a way?" Uri wondered. "Not without a way." Finn sighed. "It's impossible to find it."

The cravings so deep they even hurt Damian but inadvertently Lilith and her mates taught me something new. I don’t have to finish feeding from them for fear of dying. I hadn’t finished feeding from her yet I’m still here, still alive and bale to function. So that’s a reassuring piece of information I can take forward into another life if this one doesn’t prove successful in finding the end. The water turns cold again, the old pipes giving out. Encouraging me to leave the comfort of the shower to get out there and search for Aspen myself. So that’s what I do, drying and dressing to meet my warriors down in the yard to search another set of packs eighty miles out.

Sharp and burning with rage. Hunger for food and thirst for water gnawed at me, but it’s nothing compared to the hunger and thirst for revenge that fueled me, that kept me alive, that whispered in my ear every second I’m trapped in this hellhole. Shadow Claw. My pack. My throne. I will get it all back, and when I do, every single person who has ever crossed me, who has ever treated me like I’m nothing, will pay. They will beg for mercy, and I will show them none. Not Lilith, not Wanni, not anyone. Their suffering will be slow, their pain will be exquisite and excruciatingly, and I will savour every moment of it.