Wilderness Survival Books Fiction Novels & Stories

I swipe through the pages of a survival manual, written by a guy who spent 3 months without resources, only with what nature offered and it seems like those were the most exciting times of his life. “Are you really enjoying this book?”, Vlad whispers, sitting two chairs away. I squint, making an OK sign with my fingers “What do you think you'll need this for?”, his tone is curious. I shrug. “You never know, what if Dominique throws me in the middle of the Atlantic Forest and says: ‘If you come back, I'll give you whatever you want’.”, Vlad nods in agreement. “And what would you ask for?”, Vlad asks, casually. I widen my eyes, astonished.

Screams and shouts erupted around us, and people scattered in droves for an escape. I spun to my right, just in time to see Loren running out at the back. I lost sight of her within seconds as she blended in with the fleeing crowds shoving each other to get away. Darius released me and shouted, “Get the fuck out of here before you end up dead because of your own stupidity!” My eyes were wild and wide. I watched him turn full beast mode and ram into two giant brown wolves heading straight toward us. More thunder sounded–and I realized with a start that it wasn’t thunder but gunfire. There were men dressed in navy from head to toe, shooting aimlessly into the crowds while everyone tried to fle

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

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.

Wild got a new read today. The Incredible Journey is what it was called, and it was the story of two dogs and a cat trying to go home to their humans by crossing the Himalayan mountains. They faced many dangers and hardships, but eventually, they got home. It was a heartwarming story that Wild enjoyed while he waited for Elaine and Jon to get back to the facility. It was nothing like Call of the Wild or White Fang, but the kinship was much appreciated, so he liked it. It reminded him of his own kin that he was going to save, one way or another.

My first instinct was to search for new plant specimens, but Malcolm's orders were clear; I was to stay inside, hidden from Rebecca or anyone else who might be looking to sabotage or hurt me. Pacing the room, I wore a path into the rug, my thoughts a frantic, unproductive whirl. Just as the mental fog grew too thick, I remembered the book of wilderness lore that Iona owned. I rushed to my suitcase, rummaging through it until my fingers closed around the familiar, worn leather cover. Settling back onto the bed, I opened it with a sense of reverence. Perhaps within these pages, I could find not just strategies for survival, but a small measure of the calm I desperately needed to think.

I wanted a small hut of my own one day, perhaps a gentle husband from the pack who would let me choose my own path. A quiet life. Not legend. Not a monster. So I ran. My heart pounded against my ribs like a war drum as the trees thickened around me. Low branches snagged at my cloak like jealous fingers trying to pull me back. I carried only a small bundle tied tightly to my belt: strips of dried venison, a wedge of hard cheese, a waterskin, and the small silver knife my mother had pressed into my hand before the wasting sickness claimed her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. If the gods were merciful, I could reach the distant valley before dawn and disappear into the wilds beyond Whitethor

Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau. When i arrived back at the cabin, i excitedly showed Nikau the book, telling him all about the strange symbols and images that i had seen. Nikau was equally intrigued by the book, but nikau said that he would be leaving to check out on the pack for a few days. He asked me not to join him as he would be travelling in his wolf form. After he left, I settled into my cozy spot by the fireplace in the cabin, I opened the old book I had checked out from the library. The title, "The Lost Village of Ravenswood", immediately caught my attention and I was eager to learn more about this mysterious place.

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

“You are not one of us, yet you push yourself to your limit to try and save him. To us it is an act beyond measure.” Us? “Oh this is because of the bear?” I say before thinking. “No wolf.” One man goes to answer and I furrow my brows at him. Middle man glares at him and he looks down. “I might have seen some in the woods, thought they would eat us when I hid us in a tree.” I go to answer and the man looks up again with renewed enthusiasm. “Is that so?” middle man askes and I nod. “They were very big and the bear had bled a lot so I was sure they would find us, but I suppose slipping and being completely covered in mud helped cover the scent of us.” I say looking at the men.