Wilderness Survival Fiction Books Novels & Stories

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.

"Three days. You can survive three days with a grumpy hermit who barely tolerates your existence. You've survived worse." Except she wasn't sure she had survived worse. At least not recently. She explored the cabin while Caspian was showering, careful not to touch anything. The living room had floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with an eclectic collection. Philosophy, survival guides, classic literature, modern thrillers. There was a whole section on wildlife and conservation, which surprised her. The kitchen was well stocked with dried goods, canned items, and a massive freezer full of meat that was presumably hunted locally. There was a pantry that could probably feed a small army for mon

Pulling her from her thoughts. “Seems as good as any of them.” Annie said with a shrug. She wanted to be as excited as Candy about the babies, it made her feel good that at least her mate could accept the babies. “Do you see any that you’d like? I saw one about child raising, but they seem all to be focused on doing it ourselves. We’ve got a pack and I don’t think we’d be able to keep my mom away now that she knows.” “I don’t think most baby book writers are writing towards shifters.” Annie said, “I’m good, did you want to look at anything else, like something for you?”

Annie thumbed through the guide book for Arkansas hot spring, looking for the page she folded down. Helmslee Hot springs. The guide book promised secluded undeveloped minera pools in the streambed of a canyon. It had sound like a soothing, healing sort of place. She had been making a point of finding the beautiful and secure places to hike and camp on this trip without any form of attack, she was weak omega, the weakest one for yhat matter, she trying to keep her ass safe though she knew that her mate was there to save her. So as soon as she set her tent, she was heading straight for the trailhead. Maybe she could find some peace in a pool of hot mineral waters, but at this point she doub

Wyatt asks him, pulling back with bright eyes. “I know. Come into the living room. I'll explain everything.” Wilder stands up, picking me up with him and carrying me into the living room. He sits on the couch, keeping me in his arms, much as he did when I was a child. When Wyatt joins us, Wilder speaks. “You know that Isolde and her man were messed up in some crazy shit. When I got there, he was trying to stop her from leaving but she told him that she knew they were coming. Then suddenly shots are being fired and I try to stop Mom from being hit. I remember feeling a horrible pain and then nothing. I woke up in an ambulance on the way to the hospital and the sheriff was with me. I told him

Nearly 10 similar eyes were staring at me as a prey which was prepared just for them. I gulped realising that today there is no escape. These rogues are insane and within minutes my body will be shredded into pieces. Hungry growls were breaking the silence of the forest and making me struggle in the constraining chains. "Help! Someone... please help me!!! HELP!! My screams were getting louder and desperate as my predators stepped towards me. PLEAS..SE!!!! HE...LPPPPPP!! This was the most I could do ,my screams died down just like my hope of survival.

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.

I look at his body and see some mud in the wound by his ribs, I feel dirty thinking that if it were my wound I would hate it and the worry of infection even lingering in my mind. I go to try and clear it from the wound when blood pushes most of it out and I jerk to vomit to the side, I look down and see my boots covered in my vomit. Very fucking rewarding this adventure has been I think and tell the calls to fuck off. I am beyond pissed, I am so far out of my depth and have no idea where I am going. I don’t know how the hell bear man was still alive and what I was meant to do with him. The only comfort I had felt was his high body heat, hoping it was a good sign that he had not lost too much

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'