Death's Game Novels & Stories

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

"Not only did you kill your brother, but now you're having delusions and slandering your parents? It seems your madness is worse than I thought!" "Still acting?" I sneered. "If my brother is dead, then Father, Mother, tell me, how did you get here today?" When I was looking down from the edge of the roof just now, I'd noticed the car. A black, armored Cadillac, with the special family license plate. It was the exclusive car of the Moretti family heir. "And that black sedan parked on the street below, who's sitting in it? A ghost?" "Why was there only blood but no body after Lorenzo's duel? Because he never died in the first place!"

If she ran, the Admin would delete her. Ren: Jinx, stop. You're overthinking it. It's a coincidence. Engineers die in lab accidents. Old subs implode. That's why the game uses those ideas—because they are realistic. Jinx: That's too many coincidences, Ren. Jinx: I'm scared. I think... I think we're the bad guys. Ren looked at the "Graveyard of Users" tab on his other screen. Elias Thorne. Gas Leak. In the game, Elias was probably fighting a "Fire Dragon." The metaphor held up.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

She ran along the perimeter of the board looking for a way out and didn’t find anything, not even where she had come from. A pawn beckoned to her. He told her she had to see the game through before she could leave. Meredith sighed. “And how long will the game last?” She asked. “Until Death…” She heard the pawn say in Brayden’s voice. She blinked and a tear escaped the corner of her eye caressing her face as it traveled down. Meredith wiped it away, blinked, and when her eyes opened suddenly she was awake.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

"Alright, if you want to stay here and play you can do it by yourself." I start to frantically walk toward the exit. I continue walking only to find myself back by the grave that has Brittany's name on it. I look down at the grave as this time it has a day of death, it was today's date. My heart starts beating through my chest, the palm of my hands start to sweat and my legs are starting to shake. I start to run away trying my best to find the exit. I run as fast as I can only to find myself back at Brittany's grave. This time there's an extra grave next to it. I look down and the tombstone has my name on it. I start shaking in my shoes in a panic.

From Drugs to Brothels. Killing people was nothing but a game for him. He showed no mercy, nothing to the people who dared to raise their heads in front of him. His games were always dangerous and stained with Blood. Velenoso was the second name of Death. The Poisonous death. Sabrina couldn't believe her sister was married to such a man. Bella shook her head, tears strolled down her cheeks. "No, I heard him talking to someone over the phone…" she whispered and told Sabrina everything she heard.

Maeve and I exchanged another worried glance as we contemplated the new threat our friend now faced, alone in that precarious duo within the Scarlet Ravens, operating in this game world that had just demonstrated how easily and ruthlessly it could snuff out even the most seasoned of players. The notification mocked us, a grim reminder of the cruel reality within this death game. One mistake, one misstep, and your life ends — our soul forever lost in this hellish purgatory. Amidst the hell and horror of the game's update, as the clocked ticked in the horizon, our team prepared to start this day. We sharpened our weapons, checking the blades for any imperfections that could cost us our lives.

He added and Damian pinched the bridge of his nose. We went back and joined the party, it was horrific because the games were bloody and almost impossible to complete. “These people are not dead, are they?” I asked Damian and I saw his eyes turn red. I looked over at Elijah and he looked away, my head felt light and it seemed like I’d pass out anytime soon. “They’re dead,” Damian answered and I froze, “I should’ve known.” He added and I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just heard. “It’s the way of the Mafia, they host fairs like this, it’s their own way of having fun. You register for the games and so you either kill or get killed.” Damian explained to me and my eyes widened as I stared at the d