Wilderness Survival 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.

Not even the whisper of wind through the canopy above. I pushed off from the tree and forced myself forward. My boots squelched in the damp earth, at least I was heading downhill. Downhill meant water. Water meant civilization. That's what the wilderness survival videos said, anyway, the ones I'd half-watched while procrastinating on my term paper. The underbrush thinned ahead, opening into a clearing bathed in the golden light of late afternoon. Relief flooded through me. Clearings meant trails, or roads, or... I stopped.

Her scent clings to him like a second skin—honeysuckle and amber mixing with his own pine and midnight notes to create something new, something that feels dangerously like destiny. A group of students passes by, giving Sebastian a wide berth. They don't need enhanced senses to recognize an Alpha on edge. His pheromones broadcast a clear warning: Stay away. His wolf relishes their fear, the primal part of him satisfied by their submission, but the human part—the part that's spent years learning control—is horrified.

I could see the forest ahead and something inside me told me that was where I needed to go, not on the roads where people could see me and where they might find me if they were looking. Mom had said to go east and never north, so I tried to keep the rising sun on my right as I left the road and pushed into the trees. The moment I stepped into the forest everything felt different and safer somehow, like the trees were hiding me from whatever was chasing us. "Okay," I said to the empty woods. "Now what?" I had no idea how to survive in the wilderness because the closest I'd ever come to camping was watching movies, but I couldn't go back to civilization and I couldn't stay in one place.

Not that I really thought she was, and I’m normally good at telling when people are deceiving me. Sabrina and I hike our way to our campsite. It’s a unique experience getting to bond with Sabrina and it’s made special because we are in nature, the mountains and forests, her world where I’m the visitor. I’m seeing nature through the eyes of a wolf and it’s elating. Sabrina is beautiful the way she moves with grace as she stalks the deer. I’m aiming for small game for dinner like a rabbit. I can skin and gut an animal as well as skin and debone a fish. One might wonder why a prince, even a warrior prince, would care to know something like that, but I enjoy hunting. Plus, you need to know how t

“Imagine going to meet up with them at the warehouse, which if I might add is also extremely far from where we are right now. And let’s say we had gone there and the rain had started, washing away the tire tracks that were leading to this exact point. Do you think there is any chance we would have found Luka?” She sighed. She knew I was right. “Fine. So what do we do now?” “Well, for starters,” I pointed to the bags in the trunk, “we open the trunk. We get out our things. And then we get deeper into the forest. If our food finishes, we hunt. We are wolves. And if our drinks finish, we start drinking water. There are lots of freshwater lakes around. We can be able to find something. We’ll sur

The water was so clear they could see the bottom. A moment later, Mr. Marcus grabbed Jessica's hand and walked toward the bushes. Jessica was quite confused. Weren't they supposed to go the other way? Why were they heading toward the bushes? "Aren't you hungry? Let's see if we can find some wild berries," Mr. Marcus said, showing off his wilderness survival skills. Jessica didn't know anything about this stuff. After all, who among regular folks would have such experiences? She had to trust Mr. Marcus. They were really starving. That piece of chocolate wasn't cutting it at all. Her stomach had growled several times already, not to mention how exhausted Mr. Mar

We stood there, three people who'd been at each other's throats just days ago, now stranded together in the middle of nowhere. "We need to be smart about this," I said. "Find shelter, fresh water, food. Figure out if we're alone here." "Alone?" Nivia asked nervously. "Islands have wildlife," Justin said. "Could be dangerous without our wolves to protect us." She paled slightly. We were essentially human now - no enhanced strength, speed, or senses. No rapid healing. Just three teenagers on a tropical island. "First things first," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "We need to get out of this sun and find water. Humans can only survive three days without water."

. They knew it might rain if this cone is open. Big birds nest in the tree. Sven had already offered to eat the above eggs, but others claimed their other claws and insisted that a deer or wild goat should show up in search of a larger one. This is the first time Ragnars Claw has been sent hunting. In Russvik's eyes, to believe alone was an honor and in itself a sharp insult to the pride of the young warriors. No one dared complain to Sergeant Hakon that they were being treated like children. They now have confidence in their new skills. They spent many days teaching basic survival skills. How to survive the blizzard of Asaheim. How can they find their way among the stars alone? Ragnar was u

he exclaimed feeling satisfied. He found water pit near his camp. He washed his face and filled his canteen with water. He checked his shadow to see what time it was, he felt it was around seven in the morning. “I should eat something before I leave and continue on my training,” he thought. He ate some of the tigon meat, and then stored the remaining meat in a makeshift bag that he hand-made with some tree leaves. He knew that improvisation is a must learn skill to survive in the wild, a skill all squires must learn.