Back 4 Blood Game Novels & Stories

“Let's play a game to ease the tension, yeah?” Fernando couldn't even nod in response. His hands were behind him, trying to discreetly reach for the gun he hid in the sofa. “It's a guessing game and there are no rules. Interested?” Those grey eyes gleamed darkly as they shifted back to Fernando. Artemis spotted his arm movements and excitement coursed through his veins. This was going to be fun. “The title is ‘Guess What Your Blood Tastes Like'. You should grab your weapon a lot quicker if you're going to play…” Artemis moved in a speed that Fernando's eyes could barely follow. “...or your opponent might just slit your throat before you know it.”

Stupid shoes for a death game, but I didn't dare stop to take them off. "RED LIGHT." The doll's head whipped around so fast it made a cracking sound. I froze mid-step, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I could see the doll's face now. Empty black holes where her eyes should be. A smile painted in blood red. She was looking at us, scanning back and forth. Don't move. Don't even breathe. "Player 4 eliminated." I heard a sound like a gunshot, then a thump. From the corner of my eye, I saw a young guy fall to the ground. There was a perfect hole in his forehead, smoking slightly.

This bitch, does she really think I haven't gotten stronger huh, she is definitely in for a whole lot of surprise then. “Gather around everyone,” the same man who engaged us at the dinner called out, and everyone walked closer towards him. “Good day to everyone and welcome to the blood garden, so for today we are playing a very fascinating game called the course of death.” Hmm, so Nola's information really was legit huh that something, I wonder how she got that info.

Nyx asked, her eyes scanning the crowd around us. We heard a group of girls squealing in excitement as they stared at the wall. “Let’s go check it out,” Eloise said, grabbing both our hands and pulling us toward the crowd. We pushed through until we reached the front, where a large poster had been pinned to the wall. The title read: The Wolfville Blood Games Is Here Again! “Oh my gods!” “No way!” Eloise and Nyx screamed together, hugging me tightly from both sides, practically bouncing with excitement. Meanwhile, I just stared at the poster, confused.

Blood is louder than truth. And suddenly, I knew the game wasn’t over. It was just beginning

With lightning reflexes, Jake swung the suitcase at the scar-faced rogue. Bloodthirsty, four werewolves clamped down on Jake’s limbs. The last werewolf leaped straight for me. I was quick to dodge, but the werewolf’s claws tore through my collar and left a blood trail along my neck. As my heart raced, I felt a wolf reaching out to me. It was unlikely, though. During my moment of distraction, the rogue got right in my face again. I had to fight him with everything I had. Meanwhile, Jake was pinned down by four werewolves. As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping.

"Ava made a bone flute with my wolf mom's blood and bones. Go beg her instead. After all, Noah said she's a hundred times better than me." I no longer listened to his persuasions. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I blew the bone flute with all my strength. A loud wolf howl pierced the sky. John's face turned pale. "It's over…" A few minutes later, loud thuds hit the front gate. Bang, bang! The gate was broken open. Through a cloud of yellow dust, a pack of wild wolves appeared—all of them towering over men, howling in fury.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

For each win, there was a kickback: tiny shards of code exploding outward like shrapnel, flashes of color, and sound that made my teeth buzz. Corvin moved with the pulses, absorbing the worst of the backlash. His palm, still pressed against CONSENT, bled now—dark fluid dripping from between his fingers and evaporating into code before it could hit anything solid. The hand on his sword was slick with it, grip unshaken. He was half-system, half-man, and right now, all of that was being used to keep the Game’s counterattacks from ripping us apart.