Lone Survivor Novels & Stories

Mikkel's voice wobbled with emotions with every word. The brown woman lifted her hands up to cup her son's face. "I'm so sorry Amara Bhalabasa, It's just....... I don't want you getting hurt." Her eyes started tearing up as well. "I know mum." "The land of Rhodes is not an easy place. depending on where you're placed- it-it-could even takes your life. And you're all alone there, no one to depend on-" Meghaal who had been quiet all this time decided it was the right place to intervene.

I'm so grateful to have him as my brother because I don't know what I would have done without him here by my side. We ended up watching Thor: The Dark World after The Old Guard and slept off on the sofa. I woke up with severe pain in my neck and rubbed it with my hand, my arms and legs were pins and needles too. I looked over at where Adam was sitting last night but didn't see him there. Where is he? "Morning sleeping beauty!" His voice rang through the living room. I heard his footsteps coming in my direction. "Ewww. More like good morning garden gnome." Adam shuddered in disgust when he took in my disheveled state.

POV: Echo I felt my body sag against Atlas as my mind tried to catch up to what they were saying, as a loop repeated of bits and pieces of what I was hearing. ‘Through the wringer. Dirt and soot. Torn and singed. Blood stains. Fair distance. Alpine Moon. Alpha Sebastian. Luna Levana. Destroyed. Eradicated overnight. No survivors. Tragedy. 3 Survivors. Massacre. Spared no one. Sebastian. Levana. Didn’t know who. After one thing. Their daughter. You. Luna Echo.’

The Fight to Survive Through the raging storm, we surfaced near the one intact escape raft, clinging to the edge as Vanessa hauled us aboard, her face bloodied but fierce. “They’re still coming!” she shouted, firing at two closing drones. Kyle, drenched and breathless, fought to reactivate the navigation system. "Systems down... GPS dead... no backup!” The Endgame Begins Suddenly, the main holographic console flared to life, piercing the dark ocean night. Through the static-filled signal, Natalia’s face emerged, scarred but deadlier than ever. "You’ve run long enough... I’m coming for you.” The signal cut out... And then, from the dark ocean beyond,...

The world went black. Ava surfaces alone. Liam is gone. The clone’s body is nowhere to be seen.

Memories of him breaking three ribs to save her from a car crash, remembering her menstrual cycle, and filling his social media with her. They had shared springs, summers, autumns, and winters together. Now, as the memories burned to ash, so did their relationship. Two hours before her flight, her phone buzzed. It was a video from Eileen. The video appeared to be from a family dinner, with Cole's friends, Eileen's close companions, and both sets of parents gathered around. The crowd was cheering, urging Cole and Eileen to kiss. "Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"

Everyone took her side. Looking back, it was all so absurd. From the start, she never came to be my sister. She came to steal my life. My parents, my husband, even my daughter—they all believed she mattered more than I did. I admit it. I lost. Completely. The heart monitor next to me started beeping… Three minutes left. "Jasmine! Open your eyes!" Lilith was yelling beside me, holding my phone. "Your mom texted you; she probably sensed something happened to you!"

The abnormal weather had killed many survivors. In my past life, I'd only arrived at a safe zone five months after the zombie outbreak. There'd been elite soldiers and over a hundred thousand survivors there. Over a hundred of these safe zones were scattered across the country, significantly contributing to mankind's survival. "Why aren't we leaving now since the safe zones have already been set up?" Mom asked me. I looked at the snow outside. "It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." …

The safe house, a rustic cabin nestled deep within the heart of Blackwood Forest, offered a temporary respite from the digital storm raging outside. The thick stone walls and lack of electronic devices provided a sanctuary from Zero's prying eyes, but the sense of unease lingered, a constant reminder of the danger they faced. Inside, James Lilion was experiencing a breakthrough in his recovery. The isolation, the clean air, and the constant care provided by May and Alex had worked wonders. He was stronger, more alert, and his memories were slowly returning, piecing together the fragments of his shattered past.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"