Death's Game Novels & Stories

But in the places I couldn't see, a stream of comments flooded the live chat. "OMG! Look who it is! Delicious is here! My white-clad Prince Charming!" "With Delicious here, even a nine-star difficulty level should be a breeze!" "He's so nice. He always helps new players. They're set with him in the team!" I couldn't see the comments. I was just squeezed into the crowd, listening as the young man in white explained the game. From his words, I learned that some people who died unexpectedly were brought into this Death Game. If they managed to clear the level, they could extend their lives in the real world. In other words, this was a second chance at life, granted by God.

Daniel asked. “Well because it's my comfort tool, I can't go anywhere without it, you see,” she responded as she gave puppy dog eyes. “By the way, the suits actual qualified for this game even after the tragic news of the death of Matteo, you see, also the bears for some weird reason,” Nola stated “Oh so that means the Grey's, Bears, Blades, Suits and we the Darkwood are the ones playing this game ?” I asked. “Yep, that's what it seems like dear,” she responded in a sarcastic tone.

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

All my strength had faded away, so I asked the system if there was a way for me to die right away. 'I'm sorry, Leon, but I can't interfere with the characters' actions,' it replied coldly. I was about to be lost in my despair when it continued, 'All of the points you used have been refunded. You may now buy a new item to make those women hear the true thoughts.'

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

I despised coming here but my older brother and Don used it specifically for his meetings. ‎And because their leader hanged out at the spot, a lot of Veils came every single day. On my way in, I'd seen some of them betting on the thumb of a man they'd picked from the roadside. The game? Knives and dart. ‎It wasn't a game with rules. That man was going to die tonight. ‎Kiean stared at me, and so did I. That gaze didn't tell anything of good but I didn't have the strength to decipher meanings from it. Visibly aggravated, he dropped his eyes and tapped the naked thigh of the woman atop him. "Get off."

Nonetheless, after I entered the house, I fended off the deviant for a while to avoid arousing suspicion. But within hours, he cornered me into a room. And when his axe came swinging, I didn't run and was even smiling as I met it, my blood splattering all over the floor. [Beep! Player's 100th death confirmed. Rewards will be given, and the player will be teleported back to the real world!] "Ben!" Just before I died, I saw Mila charging into my room toward my body. But this time, she wasn't getting a response.

Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."