Best Tales Games Novels & Stories

My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before I finally typed: Fantasies. The results were... underwhelming. No official website. No social media. Just a handful of vague forum discussions and cryptic reviews from anonymous users. “If you have to ask, it’s not for you.” “Just go. Don’t second-guess it.” “Best decision I ever made.” That was it. No menu of services, no explanations, no details. Just whispers and half-truths, the kind of thing that only made my curiosity burn hotter. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords.

And above all… do your best to speak only truth, or the Game will know. Lies are the currency of the damned. ] Farrah took a deep breath as she carefully read the rules. This was her lifeline after all. She had basically just died from the car accident, and she didn’t want to die again. If there was a chance of survival, she might as well cling to it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel nervous. This simply felt too unreal. “This is insane…” she whispered. “It’s a nightmare. It has to be.”

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

“There are so many reasons why you being in my company would be advantageous,” My voice was tight, “Care to elaborate.” “All in good time.” I huffed and put on my business boots ready to kick down whatever plan he had in mind, “Well Mr Emerson, it appears that you might actually need me, which as you will know in the business world gives me a significant amount of leverage,” I had pressed the buttons, opened Pandora’s box as I heard a cold voice respond. “You are playing a dangerous game, Miss Laurence,” “Oh really, Mr Emerson,” my voice was coy, “I thought you would be used to playing dangerous games. You seem to do it so well with all your rivals or should I say, enemies.”

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages

They were bound by a secret past that should never come to light. The most dangerous game had just begun.

Darren asked, his curiosity overwhelming him as he rose from his feet; slowly shuffling towards a large white cooler. Elika watched him as she thought, her mind overwhelmed by the urge to test out the television to see if he was speaking the truth, placing her hands neatly onto her knees as she began to speak, her tone low and light. “We have loads of games sir, especially when its winter, just stuff that everyone can participate in outside, like when my father rallies up his prisoners and ties apples to their heads and we have to shoot them off with arrows.” Darren chuckled slightly, reaching for a small can from the cooler as he turning towards the princess; his tone appearing friendly. “D

Gracie reminded all of them. "What raffle tickets, Gracie?" Belvina asks in confusion. "Oh, it's the raffle ticket for our company's anniversary, remember? Let me tell you the grand prize unless you forgot about it. The grand prize will be a round-trip ticket to Tokyo, Japan, and a one week vacation and stay at one of the hotels there!' Gracie informed them. Cherish and Belvina gave each other knowing looks, after they heard Gracie. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Cherish asked her friend, as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’. "That's enough! Okay, thanks for the little touch of knowledge there Debby, have your seat," I complied, ignoring the nasty looks thrown at me. "Tale of Dordin is about a man, a selfless man. He was the bravest of all — to some of the folks, he was portrayed as the villain, but in this school, we see him as a hero. Dordin was the most beautiful man to ever grace Earth and by far, the strongest. He was betrothed to Generosasis, of course, the best man deserves the best woman, it's how it has always been.