Wilderness Survival Novels & Stories

"Ryker, you're my mate. Of course I want to be with you for all eternity." Hearing this, the wariness in his eyes melted away. He closed his eyes and gave a helpless little laugh. His rough thumb brushed against my lower lip as he repeatedly warned me not to wander off. Only then did he turn and leave, his mind seemingly at ease. The moment his back disappeared beyond the treeline, I began to move the escape supplies I had prepared. There was the bundle of animal sinew he had used for the logs and some dried meat for sustenance. And the small pinch of white powder.

He was trying to survive it. The realization arrived with the cold and clarifying precision of something that had been there all along, waiting for the right angle. Voss was patient and methodical and those qualities had served him for seven years in the service of people who were now fractured and exposed and unable to protect him. He had come to Chicago to accomplish specific things and had failed at all of them, and he was now looking at twenty hours before Dante's organization moved on his position, and he was a professional who understood survival mathematics. He was looking for a way out.

“Lucia, you won’t survive without a teammate. Why don’t you get down on your knees and beg me? “Do beg, and I might consider helping you out. I’ll give you what I’m looking at right now.” She pointed at the wild berries she had found. I glanced at them and instantly saw through her scheme. She could not tell if they were edible herself, so she wanted me to taste them first. Although surviving the wilderness was not a big deal for her, the edible nature of any flora depended on the region it was from. Her previous survival experience was on a deserted island. She had reached that place beforehand and taken loads of reference books with her. This was a live-streamed reality show. Contestants w

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.

Survival wasn’t merely about escaping; it was about understanding, about finding answers. His first task was to gather supplies. He knew he couldn’t rely on luck alone; preparation was key. He spent what felt like an eternity, carefully searching the tunnels for anything useful. He found a battered metal canteen, miraculously intact, though its contents were long gone. A rusted, but sturdy, metal bucket might prove useful for collecting water, if he found any. Scattered amongst the debris, he found fragments of old canvas, remnants of some forgotten structure, strong enough to serve as makeshift bandages or perhaps even a crude sling if he sustained any injuries. He carefully wrapped the can

“Can’t I help with anything?” I had to think real hard to find something for her. I asked if she was able to sneak around without being noticed. When she said she would try, I put her through a test and oh man, she wasn’t good. Sally was the typical girl who didn’t learn anything outside her scope. So I taught her some tricks, how to use the bushes and how to stay alert. I also told her a lot of what grandpa told me to survive in the wild. Wolves are creatures of the wild. It was hard to dispute this fact.

Talia I have lost count of how many days I've been stuck in the wilderness of this snow-coated landscape. It's been at least a few days, maybe even a week. Either way, the surprising part is that I'm a survivor. If someone would have asked me, a city girl, if I thought I could survive in the middle of nowhere, I would have laughed. But that was a month ago, and now I'm an expert. Well... I've learned how to make a fire, and while I'm hungrier than ever, I at least have water due to all the snow. I've also eaten suspicious red berries that didn't kill me, but I'm running out of them.

Candy was running through the woods on her normal morning run, her heart was beating fast as she leaped over a log and continued running. She could feel the sweat as it trickled down her back making her shirt stick to her damp skin, the sound of her breathing was the only thing she heard as the morning sunlight slowly filtered through the tree’s leaves. As she neared the back of the packhouse a smell hit her that had her mouth watering, her wolf was instantly on alert. The beast wanted her to follow that sweet tantalizing scent of orange slices dipped in chocolate. It reminded her of Christmas morning and the treats her Jiji would bring for her and her brother.

The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding. As we took in the beauty and danger of our new environment, the gravity of the situation weighed on us. The rules were simple: survive at any cost, and be the last team standing. It was a grim reality, but we had to face it head-on. With each step deeper into the wilderness, our senses were bombarded with new sensations. The scent of unfamiliar flowers filled the air, and the sound of rushing water hinted at a nearby stream. Nova's keen eyes scanned the surroundings, and Kaerlia's connection to the moon seemed to guide us, providing an eerie but comforting glow in the dimming l

He's not Bell, there's no camera crew here, and he's watched wilderness survival programs that add up to no more than 10 hours, have no standard Swiss Army knife, no lighter, no antibiotics, don't recognize poisonous insects and herbs, don't know what can be eaten and what can be used, and don't know how many days he'll be able to live on his own if the rescue is too slow. But it's in those 10 hours of limited knowledge that Ethan Brooks remembers the saying that after dark, shelter is far more important than food and water.