LOGIN I died on Christmas Eve. Poisoned by my sister… betrayed by the man I loved. Death should have been my end. Instead, it became my beginning. When I wake up in a blood-soaked alley, a cold voice welcomes me to the “Demon Games" — a brutal survival arena where one hundred humans fight monstrous trials for a chance at rebirth. The reward? Ten years of life… and one impossible wish. I am weak. Near-blind. And the easiest prey. Which is why it makes no sense when “he" starts protecting me. Tall. Masked. Dangerous. His presence alone silences monsters… and makes my heart race for all the wrong reasons. "Stay close," he whispers, his breath brushing my ear. "Or I'll enjoy watching you beg." They call him a demon. A king. A monster. But when his hand grips my waist in the dark… When his fingers tilt my chin up… When his voice drops to a husky murmur. "You're safer in my arms… don't make me prove it." —I realize something far more dangerous. I'm not just surviving the games anymore. I'm becoming addicted to the man who could kill me. Because the truth is… The masked protector is the “Lycan King” — an overlord bound by rules that demand my death. Yet every time we get too close… Every time his control slips… Every time his gaze lingers on my lips… It feels less like protection… And more like possession. In a world where survival demands sacrifice and desire is a weakness… I must choose— Escape hell alone… Or fall into the arms of the monster who wants to claim me.
View MoreMELISSA'S POV “Gavin..."The word had barely left my lips when his grip released my waist and I went tumbling down— fast. I landed roughly on the rough wood— my spine landed spot on, sending a wave of pain spiralling through out my body. I grasped, holding tightly onto my now partially-broken spine. I sat on the floor, eyes blazing red as I glanced up at the face of the man I loved, and a pang a pain hit my chest— not from the fall, butGavin glanced at his hands then me like he couldn't understand why he did what he did. Our eyes met and the world seemed to stop, it was as though we were just seeing each other for the first time. MELISSA'S POV The impact came like a cannon to my ribs, lifting me clean off the ground. For a heartbeat, I was weightless — suspended between breath and death.The card slipped from my fingers.I hit the pavement hard.In a second I found myself lying on the freezing black tar. Then came a flit of panicked screams flooding towards me.Foots
MELISSA'S POV I glanced up towards the slightly hoarse feminine voice— my mind blank like a sheet of paper, but what I saw left me in Awe .I raised my eyes only to come face to face with a hollow shell of a female face with sunken features.My heart skipped, I stumbled for a split second— before stabilizing myself. I glanced up at the face of the woman before me, my body trembling with fear as the memories resurfaced in my mind. The woman before me was one of the zombies I had linked to myself at some point of the game. The zombie dropped to her knees— her face a mask of panic. “Mistress is everything alright? Did I startle you?" she asked, her voice drawl and rigid like she was using up all little energy she had just to ask that question. I shook by head. “Not at all, it has nothing to do with you."Her stiff face immediately relaxed. Her lips broke into a broad smile which exposed her half rotten, yellow teeth. “Mistress, I will lead you back to camp," she offered, reachin
THIRD PERSON'S POV A cold feeling of dread enveloped the abandoned building. Melissa stood there completely frozen. A cold sweat beating on her forehead. Her lips were partially open but no words fell. He legs shock like jelly in a hot pant, more like a rusty robot trying to run out of danger.Her heart raced. Her eyes locked onto Medusa who had these creepy smirk on her face— her eyes gleaming with a blinding green glow.Medusa's snake raised their heads, their tongue sprout out— ready to attack. This was it, Melissa's final fight she was definitely not going to make it out of here alive. But what if??? What if she closed her eyes? “She couldn't possibly get petrified if she didn't stare into Medusa's eyes," Melissa thought, but the moment she tried to act on that thought, she found out, most things are easier said than done. Melissa tried twitching her eyelids but for some reason they simply wouldn't cooperate. She could move, couldn't blink, her vision began blurring.
MELISSA'S POV My breathe hitched.This was it— I was going to die.The building seemed to be trembling underneath my feet.I closed my lips tightly with my hands— to scared to make a sound.Medusa stood before me, her unfocused gazed sweeping across the room in a haphazard manner. It was then it dawned on me, she hadn't seen me.I let out a small breathe of relief.Swiftly, I stepped back— creating some distance between myself and the wardrobe's opening.There was no way in hell I was going to be anywhere close to that monster.A cold hiss filled the air.My blood froze.I stood still, as water, wait, silently praying that by some stroke of faith, she would just walk pass without noticing a thing.Medusa strutted confidently across the room, her dark shadow cascading behind her.I could hear the sound of metal anklets clasped together.The clicking sound of her hand against the wooden furniture felt like a silent countdown to my ears.“Come out, come out wherever you are," Medusa's






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