Bloody Mary Games Novels & Stories

Darkblood Count SMILED. [Okay, this little she-wolf might actually be onto something. No one survives him this long.] That eerie system voice woke me up again: [Initial players: 30. Current players: 15.] One night in, and five were monster food. Three others? They must've gone through something awful. Fear ratings hit 100. Then I got a message from one of the mages, Mara: [Yaya, are you okay? I should've warned you. The first three days, you have to bond with your 'family' fast. This is everything I know—take it as an apology for forcing you onto the 30th floor.]

she said softly as if she was crushed, defeated, and finally giving up the fight. Silver looked conflicted as he fought to make up his mind. He leaned towards her, the scent of her blood changing his eye color. Unable to resist, he doesn't think long before he bit into her neck and started gulping down her blood. His fangs in her veins hurt. 'Bloody bastard' she thought as the tip of her finger grasped at her dagger, she pulled it out swiftly while he was delirious with the taste of her blood and stabbed him through his chest. He jerked back as he let out a gasp of shock then he glanced down at the Aspen dagger sticking into his very soul. Fatimah pulled out the dagger, relishing in the spra

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

I know that this casino is actually still in Arawn’s possession but the rats have infiltrated it a long time ago, slowly smuggling huge amounts of money out of it without his knowledge. This is a problem. But not really the biggest one. Setting down my glass and my clutch, I flick back my hair with a broad smile. “Hi, I’m Amber!” “Hi, Amber, how are you?” the croupier smiles at me as he takes new cards out of his deck for me. “Fine, thanks.” Leaning in, I giggle, “I usually don’t play.” The man sitting next to me smiles, taking a sip of his drink. “And you start at a 500-dollar table? You are savage.”

Few minutes later. They all made it to Ryan's Party. Everything was running smoothly, and people were having a goodnight. Hey Babe am going outside for some fresh air Mary told 💬 Michael. Michael pecked his girl on cheeks, and she stepped outside. As Mary was just strolling on the street to get a little sober, And then the unexpected happened before her 👀 eyes; 🤔thinking it was a watermelon someone just dropped on the ground. As she came a little bit closer to see it clearer, and then saw something horrible😱 that she nearly fainted.

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

Each one styled around a theme, doorways gaping like mouths, signage glaring overhead in neon, and blood‑red holo. We emerged into what could only be called a market. Not for food or weapons. For games. Stalls and kiosks had been set up in irregular rows, their counters manned by more of the blank‑faced attendants or slick, pre‑recorded holograms. Above each was a screaming banner: RED STREETS RUN MAZE RUN: HARD MODE LAST STAND: SOLO CAPTURE THE CORE PUZZLE GAUNTLET – COOPERATIVE TOWER ASCENT ONE BULLET

My breath hitched. "Ari!" Malakai didn't hesitate. He threw his massive body directly into my space, his large frame acting as an absolute shield between me and the incoming trajectory. BANG. A sharp, wet sound cut through the chaos. Malakai let out a low, guttural grunt as a high-caliber round tore straight through the meat of his upper left arm. The force of the impact spun him around, his blood instantly spraying across the white concrete wall like a graphic, violent painting.

And just like that… DEADLY GAME: SEDUCING THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD has come to an end. 🥹❤️ I honestly don't even know what to say because this story has been such a journey. Thank you so much to everyone who stayed with this story from the beginning, especially those who kept reading even when the updates were slow, the plot got crazy, or you were probably screaming at your screen because of something one of these characters did. 😂❤️

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.