This Is The Wild Game Of Survival Novels & Stories

To go straight into the jaws of the wolf hunting her down. Not a fucking chance. I reacted before she could. I lunged, slamming into her with enough force to send us both off the cliff. The world yanked sideways. Wind howled past my ears. Elise twisted midair, her wolf’s body writhing against mine, claws raking at my fur, fangs snapping dangerously close to my throat. Instinct ruled her now—pure, unchecked survival. The moment stretched, endless. Wind howled past us, the ground disappearing beneath our paws, nothing but open air and the cold abyss below.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

(but too bad we can't have our fair share of fun) saying this they ordered to bring something and in-comes the third one holding a very thick stick in his hand and hands it over to his friend laughing evilly. I feel sick and nauseous as I get the worst feeling and suddenly with a blink of an eye the thick stick lands on my body hitting wherever it can. I groan in pain begging for them to leave me but my shouts and screams and begging turn into a fun game for them. I'm bleeding everywhere. My body has deep gnashed everywhere and I know some of my bones have also broken from the burning pain I'm feeling.

For the warfare challenge, I was completely fucked, I was the leftover contestant, usually, or Pete and Rose were stuck with me. They called the contestants for the Survival challenge forward. I noticed the challenge had few contestants, which narrowed my chances of not being the first to withdraw. They allowed us to bring whatever we could carry in a little bag about 10x10 cm in size. I took a knife with a fire starter, a Swiss pocket knife, a little flashlight, and two granola bars. I lined up and, to my surprise, Romeo was there, and his eyes widened. I guess he was not expecting to see me there. He cleared his throat and announced “For those who are new to the Friendship Games, in this c

Meeting so many people and becoming allies with strong candidates weren’t things he thought would happen. Zen in the game found his resource pack. Unlike the other resource packs at the centre of the game starting point, the wilderness area’s resource pack didn’t contain weapons. It contained some rather useless essential items for survival. In a death game with a purge after four hours, the survival kit resource pack would’ve been any other mafia heir’s worst nightmare. However, this was perfect for someone like Zen. The camouflage uniform was very helpful in blending with the surroundings. He also had some rope, a pocket knife and a lighter.

he said as the younger boy inched forwards across the shining tiles on his stomach. “In order to survive in the wilderness, you have to become the wilderness,” Tom said. “That means something, right?” Lucas said, wearing a puzzled frown. “It’s another one of his ridiculous fads,” she said. “Endless episodes of Claire Drill: Behind Enemy Lines.” “You mean the survival show?” Lucas said brightening suddenly. “I can see the appeal of that.”

Natzy stared at him, her mind racing. "And we're hunted," Kyle continued. "By our own crimes." "What does that mean?" Natzy demanded. "You'll see soon enough." Before she could press further, the woman in the business suit called out to Naro. "How do you know this is a game?" she asked, her voice trembling with hope. Naro straightened, trying to look confident. "I'm a game developer. I recognize the structure. The timer, the trials, the rules. It's all designed like a survival game."

Tomorrow, the real game would begin. And I never lost. ___ Keiran's POV The sound of the waterfall roared in the background, a constant reminder of the untamed wilderness that bordered our estate. I leaned against the stone railing of the garden terrace, watching the silver spray cascade into the jungle below. The dense forest was where our wolves roamed, hunting and mating under the cover of moonlight. A place where instincts ruled over politics a stark contrast to the calculated world I was forced to navigate.

He explained. Tears broke out again, and my stomach tightened. If the cold didn't kill either of us, the wild animals would, and if it weren't that, hunger may set in. And if it wasn't hunger, it would be one of these mongrels on a wild chase to satiate their love for sex. And I was reminded how much I hated sex. But if I was caught by one of these, I would give it my best shot. I want to live. And I must survive.

He smiles, gesturing, he has mastered ths diplomatic shit. "Eat, Merry, Dance, Have Fun." He concludes, and the congregation statrs clapping and cheering, if only they know who we are, what we are. Werewolves grow old and die, we are not like the mythical creatures - Vampires, but we age slowly, with our healing we always look younger than we are. However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not ne