This Is The Wild Game Of Survival Novels & Stories

ultimate search: live or die" he stated and I gasped. A horror movie? I questioned and he laughed. "Kind of.. More of teenagers losing their way in the jungle and had to undergo different stages of life just to survive." He added and I was a bit relaxed. "Don't worry; you're going to love every bit of it." He said and winked at me. "Uhmm..Daisy!" He called my attention and I turned to face him.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

“Quick, I'll take you to a safe place. You have to hold on tight.” Phedra Elizabeth grabbed the wooden stick earlier to beat the wolf to death, Phedra Elizabeth followed the light in front of her, surrounded only by a landscape of wilderness, almost no one lived, fiercely it would be dark now if she couldn't find a place. Resting both Duncan Hiddleston and Phedra Elizabeth would probably die in this wild garden. Phedra Elizabeth heard the herd call of the predators. The current situation is not good, Phedra Elizabeth and Duncan Hiddleston are indeed the best, fattest prey in the wild that can live alive.

Verra was calm but firm. The faces of all the elder's faces changed with the mention of the wilderness. They knew their chance of thriving or even surviving in that place was slim. The wilderness was a place without rules. The one with the bigger fist wins was truer there than anywhere else on the continent. They knew that while their first were big here, in that place it wouldn't even be considered a medium.

Perfect for hunting. We’d arrived as a group of eight—me, two other girls (Jade and Mara, both higher-ranked wild cats who actually knew how to play this game), and four guys including Anthony. All of us dressed to blend: sleek black dresses for the girls, tailored suits for the boys, masks that made us look like we belonged in this glittering underworld instead of being the intruders we were. Anthony pulled us into a shadowed alcove just inside the entrance, voice low under the thumping music.

SUCRE It was time. It’s happening today. As I stepped into the cartel’s fortress, a chill rippled down my spine. I could feel the air tighten around me. Walking in here was like stepping into the lion’s den - and tonight, the lions were starving. Today was the night of Otto’s infamous wild games. An in-house ritual known only to those in his inner circle. The rules were simple: no clothes, no boundaries. The dress code. Just skin – bare skin.

As he watched the woman dripping with perspiration while carrying the wild pig, he murmured to himself. He said to himself, "I didn't even do anything," as he walked away. The lady jumped into a nearby river. This is the river that she visited the day before, in which she can both drink and wash. "Whoa!" When the man spotted the river, he let out an excited shout. Savannah shrugged her shoulders and then began to clean the pig. She is incredibly skilled as a result of the fact that her brothers previously abandoned her in the wilderness so that she could learn how to survive on her own without depending on them.

Author's POV The Rogue Alpha. Deep in the heart of Minnesota, where the wild meets the unknown, the echoes of distant footsteps resonated through the unforgiving wilderness. These weren't your casual footsteps; they carried the weight of something formidable, something primal, something straight out of a survival-of-the-fittest scenario. You could call it nature's unrivalled spectacle, laid out for all to witness.

Making sure I stayed alive. If I survived this, would I ever be safe? Would being alive mean anything if my brother, never accepted who I was? Would I be able to live without having to look over my shoulder? Would the pack still call me their own? Would I have to live an immortal life and still hide this secret? The other option wasn't much better. I was going to die a slow and painful death from a curse that I didn't know existed as opposed to being murdered if the other factions found out my secret.