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He stumbled back against me, his left arm hanging completely limp, a deep, terrifying river of dark crimson pouring from the jagged exit wound, soaking through his skin and dripping heavily onto the floor. "I'm fine," he ground out through a clenched jaw, his face turning an ashen, deathly pale color within seconds. "Keep moving. There are more of them downstairs." The sound of heavy, tactical boots echoed from the main entrance. They were hunting us. They were tracking the blood. I grabbed Malakai around his waist, supporting his massive weight as we scrambled down the dark corridor. Every single light in the apartment had died, plunging the fortress into a pitch-black labyrinth illuminated

It was giving them back their weapons because the rules were breaking. He handed it to her. June didn't use it to hit the finger. She jammed the metal wrench into the "Select Fate" menu screen. She didn't pick an option. She dragged the "1" and the "2" together. She forced the screens to overlap. "What are you doing?" Benson asked. He held onto a pole as the ground began to lean. "I'm making a Fourth Option " June said. Her teeth were pressed together. The blue screen turned purple. Then it turned black. A new line of text appeared:

When she finally returned, she was accompanied by a familiar figure. "Alright, everyone. Meet my game night partner, Summer." What the fuck? What the hell was Jeanette thinking, bringing Summer home? What if something went wrong tonight and their relationship was exposed to everyone? Auntie Laurel would not be happy. I desperately hoped that we could make it through family game night without any drama. Or perhaps, I was getting too ahead of myself?

Just at that moment when they fully crashed against another pack of zombies, the car was heavily damaged and took a huge hit at the front resulting to the car engine being destroyed by the impact. “Tsk.” Stanley angrily punched the steering wheel and immediately took off his seat belt. Byul held his head, dizzy and as the blood flowed into his eyes. He quickly recover his sense and held the gun tight in his hand. The growling and scratching immediately reached his ears and it hasn’t been long till the zombies were already banging on every side of the car, impatiently clawing the glass to have their meal. Stanley took possession of the gun and looked at Byul with a meaningful glance. Byul cle

I dried my tears and kept quiet as the Enforcers drove me to the Blood Pack territory. We arrived at the packhouse, and the driver drove to the back. There were two doors at the back. One read 'Bloods only' and the other read, 'Service only'. we went through the 'service only' door. The place stunk. It was musty dark, and old. "This is the service quarters." one of the men told me. The place was very unkept. I was ushered to a room that had three bunk beds and six dressers. The room stunk of piss, and I wanted to vomit.

I Every tick of time, Fiel could feel the intense desire and wish that the game be finished already. Today is the third day of the Game and it was called, “Escape from Arrows.” Fiel and the other remaining five players were put in a big circle, out in the open field, and were told to run to save their lives while arrows would rain inside the big circle. Whoever comes out of the big circle alive would remain in the game. "Take the left side, Mister, more arrows will fall on the right side," it was a voice that Fiel suddenly heard before the loud sound of a gunshot was heard all over the arena.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

One of us had murdered again. Even though we were figuring out a way around this motive. Even though he was with us in the showers. The corpse of Jambo Adebayo now laid in front of us, and showed us the futility of trying to end this game, one way or another. This body proved to us one thing very clearly. Someone is always bound to snap.

She flipped to one of the pages and excitedly asked Timothy, "How about a ghost marriage?" The man frowned. "That sounds ominous. Pick something else." Yara glanced at him in disdain and clicked her tongue. "You're too superstitious." Even so, she turned a page and pointed at the bride in a blood-soaked wedding gown. "What about this one? The ghost bride." Timothy was at a loss for words. Ultimately, he had enough of her cursing others or his tastes. So, he picked one with an embroidery house theme. The game required a minimum of four people to play, which led to them being randomly matched with a couple. The first step upon entering was to understand the backstory.

Callen raised the test tube high, the blood inside it glowing: “Valenfort must be purified! Let the Blood Emperor know that humanity is still alive!” Shooting, screams echoed. The Hunter force moved through the night, heading towards the center. A new war begins, the Age of Blood truly rises. --- Amidst the chaos, Lucien stepped through the ashes, his eyes fixed on the place that used to be Sanctuary, where he and Evelyn first met. He bent down, his hand touching the ground where she had fallen. A dry red petal fell from his sleeve, the blood lotus that Evelyn had pinned to his chest on a rainy night.