Death's Game Novels & Stories

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

I asked. " Don't know. We'll have to see, won't we?" she said while playing. She was really good, I'll have to admit. I don't think I'll be to manage to play like that even if it's just a simple game. Then I spotted the bracelet on her wrists. " Pretty bracelet." I complimented. She stopped and smiled, gently rubbing it. " Thanks. Was my mom's." She answered. " Was?" I queried. " She died. Out of cancer." She spaced, still concentrating on the game. I think she didn't want to look at me.

Ethan's grip on Toby's collar tightened, his knuckles bone-white as his furious voice lashed out. "You slandered her innocence, and your refusal to accept your role in her death is just an act of avoidance! You're desperately trying to escape the truth that you personally killed your own Luna and heir! "The corpse in the basement is Joyce! She and her pup died together!" He punctuated his words by releasing Toby's collar. His words were a deliberate taunt as he added, "The only reason I haven't reported Luna Joyce's death is because I wanted to witness your downfall, to see you crumble when the truth finally broke you.

Words carve themselves across the surface in shimmering silver. Trial Lost – Shadowfall Consumed by Reflection Status: Still in the Game I almost drop it. Still in the Game. That’s what he meant. Why did he look like something wearing Dax’s skin? “Gods,” I whisper, stomach twisting. “Dax…” Violet bristles. ‘He’s not dead. But he’s not alive either. He’s trapped inside the Game like a ghost with teeth.’ I swallow hard and replace the slate carefully. There are others: Elyra and Therin. And then, I freeze when I see the next slate.

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.

Venessa’s eyes rolled back as her body went limp, collapsing to the floor. Blowing a pink bubble of gum, Delilah tilted her head with mock pity. “Sorry, darling. I’ll be taking back my place tonight.” She pouted, then smirked. “This is where your hell begins.” Behind her, Death stepped into the house like a shadow. He slung Venessa’s unconscious body over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. A golden entry pass slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. Delilah picked it up, brushing imaginary dust off it before trailing after Death with a smirk.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

“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.

"I knew she wouldn't make it. No one can. No matter what role they pick, their life or death depends on his mood." I could just imagine the commenter cackling as they typed. "This really is the toughest atonement game, yet the system keeps dragging in newbies. That's no different from sending them to their deaths." A key point caught my attention, so I immediately turned to stare at the system. "Have people played this game more than once?" The system answered, "If a player survives, they must re-enter the game every six months. Otherwise, they would die." Some people broke down.

"Participant Eighty-Nine victorious. Threat level remains stable. Offensive mana output is mathematically zero. He is a pure defensive anomaly." Marcus stood in the center of the bloody ring, staring up at the Enforcer lenses. He kept his face completely blank, masking the roaring, freezing Silver Chill that demanded he tear the observation glass down and slaughter them all. He had won. He had survived the first round of the Death Game. He had provided the city with power, and he had done it completely under the radar. "Return to the holding pen, Eighty-Nine," the synthetic voice boomed. "You fight again in three hours."