Agame Kill Novels & Stories

“You can’t. We’re both getting out of here, Ares. Both of us. I won’t leave you.” He stood up, his muscles strong and his jaw set. There was no joke in his eyes, and no fear. “Kill me,” he said again. “It’s the only way to save you.” “You can’t believe that,” I scoffed. “Blare is happy enough to kill us both anyway. This is a game to him – and there is no way to beat him if we play it. We need to find a way around it. One that doesn’t follow his messed up rules.”

GAME 33: Face Before ending the game you’ve started, you should always choose the right way, no matter what happened. That’s what I’m doing now. Yes, I admit it. I’m at fault. But I didn’t kill Rose or even Miss Aguirre. Someone planned all of this, to make me take the blame. But the question is… who is this person? Why are they doing this to me?

“Chloe, we’ll take you to the hospital right now. We won’t let anything happen to you!” Just as I pushed them away, preparing to face death, several familiar figures suddenly ran toward me at full speed. It was my mother, my brother, and my best friend from the other world. System: [Host, new target candidates have appeared. Do you want to restart the mission?] “Start it…” I used up my last bit of strength to speak. In the next second, my vision cleared, and all the pain in my body vanished. System: [Congratulations, Host. The affection levels of all three targets have reached 100%. Preparing to return to the original world.]

A man charged forward, throwing fire again and again, plunging the area into chaos. Shouts erupted, ordering him to stop. And then Kael leapt—one powerful jump, and he landed right on the fire-thrower. With a single crack, Kael snapped the man’s neck. Everyone gasped, even the soldiers. “He was on your team!” one soldier hissed at Kael, furious. “The game hasn’t even started, and you... You killed him!” Kael snorted softly. “A teammate like that would only slow us down. Besides, he broke the rules, didn’t he?”

Andrea just secretly rolled her eyes to him and looked at Franklin who was riding the cart. The game was called game of the death, or chivalry death game. Any number of participants can enter the game. Now, there are only two numbers of participants, Alpha Homer was entrusted to be Alpha by the small version of Andrea, and Franklin who was entrusted fully by Andrea. In the game, there are two sets. First, the participants need to ride in the cart while the two horses are dragging the cart while running spontaneously around the oval.

Alexis whispered, feeling extremely hurt by the whole situation. "Cry it out, scream it out, die for it... Keep begging for mercy. I did it once too, and you never stopped, now it's my turn to return the favor. Tell me you love me and lie to yourself all you want, but that doesn't mean I'm going to believe you or keep quiet, even if you swear eternal love to me and lower the moon for me, I'll still hate you and continue this game to destroy you. Don't forget, every horrible thing you did to me, now you will suffer it, I will also make you cry and bleed just as you did to me."

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

"Stop talking like it's a game, Ren. My dad is dying." "It is a game," Ren said, standing up. His voice gained strength, echoing off the concrete walls. "It’s a rigged, unfair, pay-to-win game. And we just got wiped. We lost our loot. We lost our gear. We lost our levels." Ren walked over to the Server Blade sitting in Kara's lap. He touched the cold metal casing. "But we didn't lose our skills." He turned to face them. "The Admin thinks they flushed us. They think we're dead bodies floating in the Sump. That is our advantage. You don't kill a hardcore gamer by taking their stuff. You just make them start a new character."

Fia focused her eyes on the screen of her phone, and her eyes darted from the mini map to the top part of the screen and back. As an assassin, she needed to have great map awareness and be cunning enough to cut off the enemies from the back! Very quickly, words began to appear on her screen. First Blood! Double Kill! Triple Kill! Quad Kill! Penta Kill!