Cat Horror Games Novels & Stories

Cat o’ nine tails are used as a punishment for disobeying an order or discipline, these maggots don’t know a thing. “Why the cat?” I fearlessly asked. “Because we have one,” one of them replied. “Mindless creatures,” I muttered. They held me up and pour the bucket of water on me. The water is not just any water but – “Salt,” said one of them. “It goes well with the cat,” he sheepishly said and get the cat. “Get another bucket of saltwater, we need more.” The other werewolf nodded and left the cell with the bucket.

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

[Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”] [Please choose your cause of death.] The moment I landed in the horror game and reunited with my teammates, a strange man appeared in front of us. Thick black mist coiled around his head, hiding his face. His whole presence felt… wrong. “Shit!” the guy with dyed yellow hair cursed. “What kind of sick prank is this? You think a few cheap effects will scare me? Nice try!”

I was in the wrong game? This was a horror game, not an otome romance? In just a few seconds, every strange detail suddenly made sense.

Don't talk about the game. It was a text from the game, by the mascot.... Or more like a threat. "Just some stupid stuff". I felt my heart pound against my chest, somehow believing something bad was going to happen if I'd kept talking. "Can you believe someone mailed me a hoe this morning?" I tried changing the topic. "A real one?", Her brows furrowed as I nodded. "Well, that's pretty sick..." "I know right!". As we silently walked down the hallway, I'd only just realized... I'd picked a hoe in the game!...

Ten of 'em. " You know, Umberto," I said quietly. " In the future, there'd be a show called Game of thrones." Umberto's voice was weak and shaky. " Huh?" I continued. " While Game of Thrones is nothing but a fictional show, one scene I can perfectly remember is straight out of a historical medieval dungeon. Several forms of rat torture have existed throughout history, but they all involve two things: the human body and a rat’s astonishing ability to chew through almost anything. A popular method of rat torture entailed placing a rat-filled bucket or container over a victim’s stomach, chest, or genitals. As the container was heated up, the rat would chew through its only available escape rout

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.

Everyone scrambled to get their glasses filled as I cleared my throat, and began the highest cheer of all. “A very special thank you to both Aka Nishinzu, and Akira Natsumi, for not only carrying the contestants’ asses for those first three cases, but also for being our first killing game winner!” I cheered, getting hard cheers and glass clinks from the team, who all chanted Akira’s name in celebration. “You gotta feel bad for that Urkstin guy though.” One of the chefs, Chris, commented, “He was just a kid, and he didn’t even get killed in a cool way.”