Cultivation Games Novels & Stories

This was a giant barracks and training arena, home to the tower's elite forces—the Sentinel Guard. Hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of cultivators in jet-black armor were training in perfect formations under the dim light of crystals embedded in the high ceiling. Their auras were cold, uniform, and lethal. There was no individuality, no personal arrogance. All that existed was a human war machine moving as a single entity, every motion a reflection of a brutal and unforgiving discipline.

So you guys were going to take the property and still ruin me? "Actually, the plan was to plant drugs in your bag and you go to jail but Dear Laura fell in love. She wanted to stop the so called Revenge Game so badly but Mum would never let her. Mum had even threatened to come over here and do the job herself but hey, Laura stopped her. You know Laura had to leave Lagos one early morning to calavar just to stop her. I remember when she got back and complained to me that you weren't speaking to her. I swear that was when i confirmed that Laura was trully in love. The Laura I know would never care if talks to her or not." She smiled

Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous. Pete Foxhorn owned Foxhorn Promotions, and he'd not only enticed away a couple of their major clients in recent months, but he'd also initiated a public relations campaign against their company. It was a filthy pool, but that didn't surprise Anika. Foxhorn was merciless, and he would go to any length to win. "Well, yes," Anika said quietly. "His ad executives are trying their best to talk to Casper." "Is there any reason why you aren't?"

"The Vesper persona isn't a game. It’s a shadow network that currently holds the decryption keys to every single asset Thorne Industries owns. If I don't check in with my broker in exactly twenty minutes, an automated script drops your entire architecture into the open market." A slow, terrifyingly beautiful smile curved his lips. It wasn't the smile of a businessman threatened with ruin; it was the smile of a monster that had finally found a worthy hunt. "Let it drop," Malakai murmured, his thumb slowly tracing the frantic pulse point on my pinned wrist. "Let the whole empire burn to ash, Aria. I can rebuild a corporate structure in a fiscal quarter. I can’t rebuild six months of losing my

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.

I accused before slamming down my mind shields and ending our conversation. "What if both die during the games?" Denver mused after a short moment of silence. "My father wouldn't create a game that could kill them. Not when each has their own packs to take care of," I waved off the suggestion with a flick of my wrist, "I don't even know how many games he plans on holding. The all-mighty Game Master has kept all his cards hidden." "Not really," a triumphant grin split Denver's full lips, "my father mentioned that there will be three to five games. Depending on how the Alphas perform. He will host one game a day every second day to give the Alphas a chance to rest in between."

“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.

She's sitting next to him at the edge of the middle part, holding a drink. Matteo can't do anything but shrug. "How about the game we played last time?" Isabella grabs her phone from her lap. "Which one? Picolo?" "Yeah. Alright. Does everyone agree?" Isabella doesn't wait for everyone to agree before typing their names in and starting the game. The first few tasks are boring, and Matteo can't help but complain. "Maybe Matteo should play the game where he buys his own cigarettes." Valentina says after another one of his groans.

As Legacies, we have a lot of traditions. And of our many traditions, the most important one is selecting “The Game.” The story goes that The Game first started as a way to enhance cooperation and competition among the Legacies. After leaving the school, many cohorts continue the game into the real world. What happens here at school is just practice. When we graduate from the Academy, each of us is ready to take a spot in the leadership of our family and the True Game that follows. “Shall we begin?” I look around to see that everyone has settled. “Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting?

I went down the tree house and ran, Luke, then chased after me… I stopped and Luke proceeded on tickling me, I forced myself to laugh even though I didn't feel anything. "Say… I thought of a new game," I said to them as casually as possible. All of them, without delay, gathered around me, "What is it?" 'The conditioning seems to be a success' "Killers and Targets!" I said, "You can be a target or you can be a killer… we have a card here and each card has a role you should reenact."