Novel & Cerita Wilderness Survival Fiction Books

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

“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.

The crackling fire danced to its own rhythm, offering her warmth and a glimmer of hope. Hunger gnawed at her stomach, a constant reminder of her vulnerable state. She embarked on a foraging expedition, her senses heightened as she scoured the forest floor for edible sustenance. Berries, nuts, and wild herbs became her meager sustenance, fueling her determination to survive. One day, as she ventured deeper into the forest, a serendipitous encounter changed the course of her solitary existence. A man, weathered by the elements, emerged from the depths of the trees. His eyes held a warmth and kindness that spoke of a life lived in harmony with nature.

I was perfectly okay with sprawling anywhere and sleeping but since I was given supplies, I decided to make myself busy. After building my shelter, I realized I had enough time to relax. The forest was one of my favorite places. Being surrounded by nature was both comforting and invigorating. Bored, I made a small fire and sat by it. I noticed a bundle of books tucked under a nearby tree. Curiosity piqued, I opened the first one, and a note from Nadia fell out. "Dawn, these will aid you in understanding your journey. Use this time wisely." I flipped through the pages and just like the books at the abandoned library they were blank. My heart fell. How was I supposed to use them when I couldn'

Once we got home, Jeremy thoughtfully helped me put my bag on a hook, change into slippers, and brought me to the dining hall to show me that he had cooked a feast for me. “I called my mom to ask about what’s good. These foods are very nourishing for people who’ve just had a miscarriage. Have a taste.” I pushed away the cutlery he gave me and snorted before mocking him, “You’re thinking about taking care of me now that the baby died? You should have done this before.” “I got stuck on an insignificant problem. Joy was right. What’s important is us properly spending the rest of our lives together.” I sneered. Joy really was the one pitching him ideas.

Blaine usually went out with a group of five to go hunting to bring the max amount of food back, however today him and the missus got into a big fight, so he left by himself. I watched as he traveled to the east end of the forest. It had the most game over here, most days we had rabbit, some good days we’d eat deer, elk, and buck. Allison helped by bringing some chickens, so we aren’t short on much. I sat 200 yards back, and watched through my scope. My 308 was my best. I never missed a shot with it. I watched as he sat still waiting for the doe to cross his sights one more time.

Allies may be enemies, passion may be perilous, and trust could be the most dangerous gamble of all. Step carefully. The stakes are higher than ever. The fire that burned before has grown hotter, darker, and more irresistible, and no one will escape unscathed. Book 2 Blurb- She was born into power. He was born to take it. At twenty, Macy Jordan has everything the world worships, beauty, privilege, and a last name that opens every door. But when the empire she secretly built collapses in spectacular fashion, taking fifty-four million and her reputation with it, Macy’s perfect life begins to rot from the inside out.

It was forbidden and dangerous, a fire we were both playing with, and it was becoming impossible to resist the urge to get burned. The storm hit that night without warning. The sky turned a bruised purple before the clouds opened up, and within minutes, the power flickered and died, plunging the house into total darkness. I sat on my bed, my knees pulled up to my chest, listening to the wind howling against the siding. Thunder cracked directly overhead, a deafening boom that made me flinch and squeeze my eyes shut. I hated storms. I always had. The darkness and the noise made me feel vulnerable and exposed. Sitting alone in the dark, the shadows in my room seemed to stretch and move with eve

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.

His gold eyes were soft. Luan stepped down from the log. They spent the morning building. Holt knew how to set snares. Sparrow knew how to treat wounds. Pike knew the woods better than anyone, every stream and ridge and hidden hollow. Luan assigned tasks not because she was in charge, but because she was listening. The turned wolves were not soldiers. They were survivors. They had been fighting their whole lives just to exist. Now they were fighting for something else. By midday, a fire was burning. Meat was roasting. Wolves who had not spoken in years were telling stories.