Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

“You’ve been stalling.” The Herald’s broken face twitches. A wet, choking sound bubbles out of him, something between a laugh and a death rattle. For a moment, I think that he might be amused. Then the muscles in his face twitch, and he gasps in pain. “Tomorrow,” he continues, ignoring me, “the Final Game shall begin.” The torches flare violently, casting warped shadows that stretch and twist across the walls like clawed hands. “There is, however,” he adds, tilting his head at an unnatural angle, “a deviation.”

I knew that her lungs were failing and that her heart would be next. The crystal box's blocking power increased, and I watched with relief as she regained her skin colour. As I mentioned before, I need to be more careful. Moriah calmed down after a moment and I saw her turning from side to side with a look of horror and disgust on her face. Although I don't think she finds us attractive, she'll have to adjust. At any moment, the demon of ceremonies will officially announce the start of the games. They were lined up, facing the crowds. These games are deadly. There will be only one demon left in the end, the others will perish.

The atmosphere air change to a dangerous aura that frozen the heart beats of every man in the building as they hide their faces in their shield since the devil appearance was knowns. When the cubby man turned to looked at the intruder, he couldn't believe his eyes, it's the devil! he could see the fire burning in his eyes like he have stolen the most expensive gem in the world that he shouldn't have. “Mr Nicklaus, what a great surprise” the cubby man said and let go of the drunk girl, approaching the man with dark horror. But that didn't stop his boldness because he had never done anything wrong. Right?

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

He was called up next and I wished him good luck, three minutes later he was out, he looked at me and said "It's really hot in there, I wish you the best" Now I was physically shaking because nobody came out with a smile on their face, it couldn't be that, could it? "Elizabeth Smith" I saw the woman calling names searching for me and I stood up, dusted my pants, and went in with my fingers crossed. I entered a room that looked like where meetings were usually held, four persons were sitting around the wooden table, three men and a woman. "Good afternoon" I greeted "Please have your seat," one of the men said, I took my seat and folded my hands on my knees.

Devon persists after Stella wiggles free and tries to face him so she can contend against him. Devon moves faster and evades her strike, countering with a blow into her stomach that causes her to buck over before he grabs hold of her head. He’ll kill her! Danger blares across my mind and I leap forward, disregarding the tremors in my body. His hands move and mine go up and scratch my nails across his face. I feel my nails dig up his flesh as they brush off and my lunging body slams into theirs.

Raphael said as his men untied me, Diego and Ava are still tied up, I don’t know where Sydney is, they took her away. “This game is called shoot or save.” Raphael said, he smiled in a maniac way, he gives me the creeps, everything about him screams evil, he hurts people sometimes unprovoked. I remember growing up in his mansion, being scared out of my mind anytime he walked into a room, I knew to avoid him, everybody knew to stay out of Raphael Fernandez’s way. He is pure evil. “So this are the rules of the game.” He said and paused, he seem to be enjoying the suspense and tension in the air.

He smirked, "You rubbed off on me thousands of years ago, Your Grace." "Brat," Xerxes muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancient of days." Xerxes’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost four-thousand-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it." A genuine smile finally graced Daemon's lips. "The scar on your face. Did you get it that night of the Eclipse Moon?" Xerxes asked, changing the subject. "Nope. Your beast did that," Daemon said in a casual, light tone. "Turns out it is true what they say; a feral knows no friend from foe, and a feral fights to kill."

“I’m no one. Just someone who once came too close to the truth. And I’m still alive because I knew when to stop talking.” “Then why are you talking to me?” Deviana snapped, panic lacing her tone. He stepped forward half a pace, his eyes sharp and piercing. “Because I see you walking down the same path. And I don’t want another life destroyed by this game.” --- Deviana gripped her bag tighter, her breathing uneven. “I don’t understand… what do you mean by game? What does this have to do with Devandra?”