Todos los capítulos de SURVIVING THE DEMON GAMES WITH THE LYCAN KING: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

MELISSA’S POV‎The laughter in the room grew louder.Everyone laughed as though totally forgetting we were in a sick game.I too was moved to laughter, until— Gavin's face came into view.My laughter died down immediately.His eyes were like daggers, threatening to shoot my head clean off.If looks could kill, I would have been a goner.‎The laughter from Gavin’s ‘Sex Appeal' reward hadn’t even fully died down when the lights in the hall dimmed again.‎A sharp metallic chime echoed.‎Oh no.‎That sound never meant anything good.‎What other torment was this system planning on forcing on us?‎The porcelain doll’s stitched smile widened as it slowly turned its cracked head toward us.‎‎“Congratulations on surviving Level One of Gray Hayes. You put in your sweat and energy, and you deserve all the praise,” the system said cheerfully, and a proud smile crept to the players' faces.Yes, indeed, we survived those tough beast and were still here standing. That alone deserved praise.My li

THIRD PERSON POV The room erupted in groans as Gavin and Zoe were transported into an unfamiliar location.They stood inside what looked like an abandoned company building.There were collapsed cubicles, shattered glass walls, overturned desks, and flickering emergency lights that buzzed like dying insects. Old company logos peeled from the walls, warped by fire and time.The large room smelled of blood, rust, and rot.Devourers crawled over the remains of the building like ants swarming carcass.Zoe let out a small gasp.Fear got the better of her, as she instinctively moved closer to Gavin, hiding behind him like a scared cat.Gavin didn’t look back.He materialized his soulcutter from thin air.A smirk tugged on his lips as he moved forward.His blade slashing through the air like an insane beast.Zoe stood there frozen as Gavin got to work.He chopped down one beast after another.The Devourers barely had time to scream.They might have been fast, but Gavin was better.Gavin cut

THIRD PERSON'S POV The living room to the resting area was packed. Players of all sizes slumped across couches and chairs, some nursing wounds, others staring blankly into space. A few cried quietly, mourning partners who would never return. The air was heavy with exhaustion, grief, and fear.James stood near the door, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, checking his watch every few seconds. His jaw was tight, his eyes restless.Across the room, Gavin sat on a single-seater couch, legs crossed casually. Zoe perched close beside him, her arm brushing his, as she slightly bite her lower lip in what she clearly thought was seductive.Gavin didn’t look at her.He just leaned back, relaxed—almost bored—twirling a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air.Then suddenly, a buzz echoed through the room.Every conversation died instantly.The air packed with anticipation.“Attention all players.”The system’s metallic voice rolled through the hall, stealing the

MELISSA'S POV In that moment it was clear what I was— I was the unlikeable villainess.The one destined to annoy everyone so the leads could look good.Everything finally made sense, no matter how much I tried to avoid trouble I still managed to be the most hated.Once it became clear what role I was supposed to play, all the hesitation in me disappeared.Quietly I rose to my feet, dusted off the excess dirt from my clothes and stepped forward.Every step I took was filled with determination, a silent promise— I wasn't going to be weak anymore.The only thing love ever gave me was pain— now it was time to share that pain.No more miss understand— I'll be the manipulative bitch, they all think I am.Slowly I willed myself back to camp.My legs screamed in pain, but that was nothing compared to the pain that ran through my chest.When I finally arrived at the resting area, I was still dripping blood, still stitched together like a broken doll, the rage hadn’t cooled in the slightest.I

MELISSA'S POV The comments stirred to live.“Why is the mom here??"“Oh no! I think we're about to witness some blood shed tonight." “Nancy really should have thought of a better way to die. That monster Melissa is going to tear her to strands."I glanced up at Nancy, a knowing smile crawling to my lips.She walked in stiffly, lips pressed together, eyes red and swollen like she’d been crying for hours.“Oh. Great. The understudy. Want to beat me up?” I asked smugly, glancing between Nancy and the bat in her grip.Nancy blinked twice before regaining her composure.Her shoulders squared.Then swiftly she hid the bat behind her back with a shy smile.“Oh, sorry about this. I mistakenly dragged it in," she explained with a nervous smile.I stared up at her, narrowing my gaze at her with suspicious but didn't do a thing.I leaned back in bed, my brows furrowed as I asked a burning question which plagued my mind. “So what brings you here?"“Oh!" she said with a shaking voice “I came to