Todos los capítulos de SURVIVING THE DEMON GAMES WITH THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

MELISSA’S POVA deafening silence loomed over the game table which now gleamed under the dim candle lights at the corners of the room.The floor was completely covered with all sorts of weapons for some unknown reason.Then the system’s voice hummed softly above us, consequently breaking the silence.“Welcome to Round One of tonight’s entertainment. As a treat— I will not be taking anymore lives today,” it informed, its tone laced with excitement. A sigh of relief ran through the room, but immediately died in the player's throat when the system concluded. “At least not directly."My stomach tightened insanely.A cold sweat breaking on my forehead.“The rules are simple, two players will be selected randomly,” it continued. “They will be forced to play a little game of rock, paper, scissors. The loser will have to answers a simple question. Answer it right, and you would be safe. Answer it wrong...”The system paused for dramatic effect, before continuing to scar the life out of us in

MELISSA’S POVThe room hadn’t recovered from what Gavin said, his undiluted truth.The laughter still echoed faintly in my ears, but it felt wrong now—thin, hollow, like something rotten underneath.Gavin was alive, ack in his seat, but still there was still this uneasy feeling that inhabitated the atmosphere.“What a heart warming round. No blood shed, no drama, just pure joy," the system said in a sarcastic tone. “I hate it. The next round better be good." At this point no one was relaxed anymore.The floating comments flickered uneasily, their earlier excitement dulled.“Give it a rest will you system. That round was dope.”“Yes we needed something funny to lighten up the mood, and our boy Gavin delivered.”“It was good while it lasted, but now I want to hear some dark creepy secrets.”The system didn’t respond, it only said, “Round three." And the lights began moving again.Two beams snapped into place.One landed on a woman's leaning lazily against her chair, silk blonde hair g

MELISSA'S POV Panic exploded.Players screamed, surged toward the entrance, trampling flowerbeds and shoving past each other. Untill now, I hadn't realized how full the garden was.I guess I wasn't the only one in need of space.“Run!” Sylvia's voice echoed through my thoughts.I turned toward the door, and there she was running into the building.So much for sisterhood.Well, at least she called out to me.A panic expression was etched on her face, as she gestured for me to hurry over, all the while not stopping.Once my senses clicked into place, I jumped off my seat, rushing after her.We sprinted inside, to a sea of chaos.The living room was packed with players, running hither-skelter.The stairwell was worse, it looked like a mountain of ants.Player struggling to force themselves through a flight of self-contained stairs.Bodies crushed violently together. Elbows flew aimlessly. Someone fell off the staircase and didn’t get back up.The air was thick with the scent of sweat

MELISSA'S POV The silence was deafening as the sound of our racing hearts filled the room. We lay there, locked in a silent standoff. The world seemed to have dissipated, leaving only the atmosphere of two tangled bodies. “Let go of me,” I commanded, struggling against his grip, but I was no match. “No, not until you admit you were wrong," He said, his tone absolutely cold. “In your dreams," I snapped, my voice stern. He glanced intently at me, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes. “I guess we are going to remain like this then," He declared. “Don't even think about it," I threatened, sending a venomous glance in his direction. “Or what? You are going to push me off? You already tried that, you know it's not going to work," He reminded with a small smirk. I hissed, turning my head to the side in order to avoid eye contact. “Mel you know you can avoid this, right baby?" He asked rhetorically. “Just say you are sorry, and I will release you." As if I would ever do

MELISSA’S POVMy mind was a mess, filled with perplexing questions.What exactly happened when I was asleep, and why wasn't anyone telling me about it?I turned to Gavin, my eyes narrowed with suspicious and asked. “What exactly happened between us last night?" Gavin glared up at me, a puzzling frown creeping to his lips.“Nothing. We slept obviously," He declared coldly.“But that's the thing. I don't think that is all that happened," I informed, and he let out a frustrated sigh.“And what more could have happened?" He asked, his face laced with annoyance.I shook my head.“I don't know, you tell me. The floating comments wouldn't tell me a thing," I announced, feeling a lash of pain.“That is because there is nothing. You are overreacting based on some pointless accusations made by sleep-deprived pricks," he explained, his tone acrimonious as he rose to his feet.His presence was intimidating, so I didn't dare to push forward.Instead I swallowed down, clenched my fist trying to s