Chaotic Game Novels & Stories

Let the game begin. --

It must be a pleasure to be famous, right? Knight: What if we still don’t reply here? Kenzie named the group Modern Genes ಥ‿ಥ Kenzie Pogi: Dang it. You guys are really famous. Your girlfriend will dump you if you don't respond. Knight: Idiot. Do you even have a girlfriend? Why don’t I know about it? Chandler invited you to play F******k games. ‘Guys, Sariel said we should go hiking three days from now. Are you all available?’

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

Tyr’s mouth was slightly curled upward. He had spent his free time playing puzzle games like Sokoban and maze games over the years. The previous goal was to calm his mood and suppress the berserk blood coursing through his veins. After the problem with berserk blood was solved, he developed a habit of playing these games. Tyr then set out to find a top game research and development company abroad to assist him in developing intellectual games with extreme difficulties. All of this started out as something he did for fun, but it turned out to be a great help to him now.

“Let’s finish the game.” “He better not start anything,” Declan muttered as we all moved back to our positions. “He won’t,” I cut in quickly. Jackson raised an eyebrow. “How do you know that?” “He just won’t, okay?” I insisted Or at least I hoped so. Jackson didn’t look convinced, but he dropped it. The game resumed, loud and chaotic, but my focus wasn’t really there anymore. Every serve, every laugh, every shout blurred at the edges. Because even when I wasn’t looking at him—I could feel him.

Possibly chaotic. Excellent.

Jenna wore a red gown which brought out her hair colour, while Chloe put on a white cold shoulder dress that fitted her lean figure perfectly. "Not more than you." Jenna pouted. "But it's okay, it's good for our plan." A mischievous smile stretched across her red lips. "What do you mean?" I frowned. Then I noticed the evil glint in Laura's eyes, causing me to raise my brow at her. "I know something is going on in your demonic head. What's it, Laura? Spill it now." She waved her hand. "Nothing much! We're just going to play a game."

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We established stakes (meaningless points). The chaotic energy pouring from the tear hesitated. It was being offered a conflict, but a structured one. A game. It was a form of nonsense it could understand. It liked games. With a sound like a universe shrugging, the raw chaos coalesced. It formed into a single, shimmering, mischievous entity—a Game Master from the chaos realm. It looked like a child’s scribble given sentience and a profound love of rules-lawyering. “I accept your terms!” it declared, its voice the sound of dice rattling in a cup. “My realm will hide first! Seek this!”

I was not failing my pack. My eyes glowed darkly and I let my wolf take control. The power surged in me and I hauled before I fell. My wolf Shadow landed with a thud on its paws. My wolf could sense that she did not expect this resistance. She was whispering something that my wolf shook. 'Wolves of the Black Dessert Moon will not surrender.' Chaos broke loose. My wolf was unhinged and out for her blood. Her wavering cause madness from the pack. Her hold on them was broken. She stumbled back and whispered, but my wolf would not stop.