Victorious Survival Novels & Stories

He jumped on the man before he could get the chance at another shot; they crashed onto the edge of a burning stove; he pulled himself away and reached for the hand holding the gun, trying to twist it off his hand, they struggled briefly, each fighting or control of the gun, before he accidentally pushed the man holding the gun on the still burning stove, he only realized when the guy let out a blood-curdling scream. He froze at the sound, but it snapped the dazed assassins out of their shock, Yoshiki knew he needed to eliminate them quickly because five against him didn't guarantee his survival, especially as he wounded two of them severely, he picked up the silenced gun that was dropped whe

Their weapons were embedded on it but they could get it out. Rushing forward, David finally saw victory and a life of peace with someone he cared about. Then his mistake came back to bite him. He saw a super reptile in his peripheral vision rush towards him. It was the same super reptile that he let go earlier. It was evolved and moved at a speed that he couldn’t avoid. David tries to back away but it was too late. Elizabeth’s eyes widen as she sees the evolved super reptile clamp its powerful jaw on David’s left arm and rip it off his body.

“Bring her back by any means possible.” He looked around. “Remember, double the reward if she is alive.” Others chuckled coldly. “Nothing about not injuring her?” another asked. “No, just as long as she is breathing.” Cold sweat ran down my spine, and I pressed myself harder against the wall. I struggled against me wanting to run as fast as I could.

He lifted me into his arms, but I pushed weakly against his chest. “Don’t touch me.” He froze. For the first time, I saw real fear in his eyes. “Aria, I didn’t know. I came back for the ring. I didn’t know they would—” “You left me here,” I whispered. His arms tightened around me, but before he could speak again, engines sounded outside the villa. Doors opened. Footsteps crossed the hall with clean, controlled precision. Professor Evelyn Shaw entered with two lawyers, a project doctor, and a security team from the institute.

But instead of focusing on him, they soon turned their attention back to the thrilling fight in the arena. With one gone, the remaining warriors paired up for a two-on-two battle. Alaric and one other werewolf teamed up to eliminate two opponents. Then, they started the final showdown. They fought fiercely for a long time, and in the end, Alaric won through sheer strength. The horn blew again, this time signaling the end of the match. Father picked up a prepared flower wreath and handed it to me. "Go. Choose your future partner, the warrior who will govern the werewolf pack alongside you."

In the face of life and death, all bonds of family, all notions of morality, all pretenses were fragile beyond belief. They had once been willing to abandon me without hesitation to survive. Now, to survive, they were just as willing to tear each other apart. How… fascinating. In the end, the internal battle over food and water concluded with Stanley's victory. After all, he was a man, with a clear advantage in strength. He seized two of the buns, beating Daisy and Denise until they were barely conscious. The two women could only split the last bun—now filthy and coated with dust.

"You're pretty damn lucky! I set a venomous snake on you and even took your antivenom, but you still didn't die! "Why won't you just die? Die already! Die!"

“She may not survive the night.” Something inside me spark. Something familiar. Protective. “Then make sure she does,” I growled. “Use everything you have. Every herb, every drop of moonroot or wolfsbane extract. Do you understand me?” Elara bowed. “Yes, Alpha.” Then she began administering treatment to her, barking out orders to her subordinates. I watched as they try to stabilise her for a while before stepping out of the tent. I let out a long, exasperated sigh as I pressed a finger to my temple. Then I made my way back towards the forest to check if the Rogues are all dead.

I shot the other three standing beside him and caught a glimpse of Shane running inside the buildings entrance while also shooting at the guys attacking him from his left side. Once I saw he was finally in, I shot at the guys that Sofia was having trouble with to take them down and when they're all lying down on the ground being dead, she pulled her rifle back and smiled gratefully at me. "Thanks." "No pro-" Before I could finish my sentence, I saw Cameron standing behind her, clutching his arm while blood seeped through his fingers. "Cameron!" We both ran over to his side and supporting his weight on time right when he was about to fall back on his feet.

Red blood pack is the most powerful pack of the century but defeating the rouge's was barely possible. Our victory was an escape. It was tiny survival. Oh damn it!. Why tag us victorious. I shouldn't tag ourselves victorious. That definitely wasn't victory. We loose half our warriors. The rest are terribly injured and survival ain't yet guaranteed. Worsely, we've probably lost our alpha. Likewise the injured warriors, his survival ain't also guaranteed. Numerous death and massive pack destruction ain't victory.. It's survival not victory. We shouldn't be tagged winners or victors but survivals.