Wilderness Survival Fiction Books Novels & Stories

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

“Wanna go to the library? There is something I want to show you.” “Something? What is it?” Cedric was curious. “As the successor for the next boss, you need to broaden your knowledge. I remember there is one important book that I believe you haven’t read it yet. It is a book about our mafia’s historical achievements. There were also documentaries about our crimes and murders as the proud mafia. I think you should know about it so that you won’t get shocked.” Indeed, Cedric believed that he never read books about his mafia clan’s dark history. Now that he was very curious, he begged Vincent to show him.“Take me there, uncle!”

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.

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

"He only hit people when he lost his temper and couldn't find a solution. He didn't want both my sister in danger and me. Because for him, I am his biological son. Therefore, I cannot let my sister suffer injustice." Finn is worried. "You want to go there? Do you know that's going to die?" Uri opens his backpack, takes the ancient golden book, takes off the book's last page, and gives it to Finn. "Please keep this map; it is a living hope for many people. I live or die doesn't matter. The important thing is that you save everyone so that they don't live in the mountain cave anymore." "You… you decided to go there?" Finn reached out his trembling hands and took the map from Uri's hand.

I pick up the scattered guidebooks on my bed and stack them in my hands, holding them like a shield against me. Julia giggles as she sips her beer. "I don't know if we're cut out for that," she says. "Running around in the dark for a few hours in the semi-wilderness, if you can even call it that - basically a few acres of patchy trees, Ardal. That's a lot different than surviving for days out in the actual world." "Yeah, I guess," I sigh, "But it's not like there's a lot of real wilderness left to get lost in anyway."

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.

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

If it weren't for his lack of guidance, the show of amber light would have been a delight. He began striding and contemplated the possibility of setting up camp for the night and making an attempt to retrace his steps before continuing on his journey the next morning. He'd learned a few survival skills from a survivalist, including how to navigate a forest without getting lost, but he wasn't about to put them to the test in the middle of the night. While it may appear that the moon is shining brightly, dark creatures in this wilderness may still be hiding in the shadows. He stroked the blade's hilt, his only genuine weapon except a utility dagger. Even with his skin-hide satchel, his simple

I grabbed my keys and ran. The ride felt endless. I pushed my bike harder than I ever had before, weaving through traffic without caring who got in my way. Every mile felt like torture. Every second I imagined Lily lying there alone. Please… Just hold on. As I rounded the final bend, I saw smoke rising into the sky before the wrecked van came into view. Club bikes surrounded the scene. The area had already been locked down. I killed the engine before the bike had completely stopped and sprinted toward the wreck.