Dynamix Music Game Novels & Stories

Unconsciously, my body danced to the harmony of the blended beat, and all I can say it was surreal and comforting. However, I was interrupted by the clapping sound coming from the back. I turned around and saw Doom with a smug smile on his face and clapping his hands in slow motion. “Magnifique, I didn’t know you are such a dancer, Lily. You've got some moves over there,” he teased me while remaining his cold expression. How can he even do that? “How long were you here?” I asked as I reached for my phone and stopped the music. Why am I still surprised with his sudden appearance and disappearance whenever he pleases. I should be used to it.

"I know the walkthrough. I traded for it with my balance. Cross the beam, then use the stick—three short taps, two long. The crocodiles won't attack, and the bridge won't collapse." Nolan shot back, "You're lying. You don't have money. Bianca said the crocodiles are fake—just jump in and swim. You trying to get everyone killed? Or play the final winner? We don't even know if winning is a reward or a punishment. Trust me—follow my way." I leaned against a tree, smiling coldly. "Fine. You trust Bianca that much? Go first." The crowd started nodding. "Yeah—both of you try it. We'll know who's right soon enough."

“Then we’ll play for it.” I arch a brow. “Play?” Her hand digs into her belt, pulling out a small silver coin. It shines when she turns it in her fingers. “Best two out of three,” she says. “I call it. If it lands on my side more than yours, my family walks free. If not…” “Then you come back with me,” I finish for her. My voice sounds hollow. Dead. It fits. She nods. I stare at the coin. This is stupid. A child’s game. But maybe that’s the only way left for us. Too much blood and ruin lies between us for anything else.

Seeing that her number was identical to mine, I thought it was some kind of prank. But when she reeled off my most shameful secrets, and even knew the passwords to the family's money laundering accounts, I had no choice but to believe. She swore that if Lorenzo took my gun, the family would collapse that very night. So, when Lorenzo called asking for the gun, I refused him flat out. Enraged, Lorenzo stormed into the underground duel with his old Glock, the one with the worn-out firing pin. The gun jammed. He was beaten into a vegetative state.

She asked, feigning ignorance, but it was clear to me that she knew that wasn't what I meant. “Will you listen to me, or do you want to continue creating a fantasy for yourself?” I questioned back, not smiling at her at all. She sighed, “Okay, tell me about the games and rules. I really don't understand a thing.” She replied. I sat right and smiled, “Good. Now, let's talk about the rules and games attached to our little secret. As our mate, we will let you get married to Austin.” I told her, and her eyes widened.

He knew exactly what her reaction to him was. On the way, she passed Jacob and Sarah, who were standing somewhat awkwardly to the side. Jacob didn’t say anything. Of course, he would have seen her dancing with Casper. Jacob probably hadn’t looked at anyone but Casper all night. A shame, really, since Sarah looked regal in her purple gown. “Thursday,” she said in a low voice. “I meet with him Thursday. No formal pitch. He wants to hear my ideas first. If he likes them, he’ll arrange a time for us to hit him with both barrels.”

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off. “WE’RE COMING, KATRINA! TRY TO BREAK FREE IF YOU CAN!” I shouted, gripping my sword. “Alright, sword, time to be a hammer. Let’s fuck up this oversized monkey’s night and show him why you don’t separate mates.” I focused on the sword remembering the hammer from the old game, and smiled as it changed to suit my vision. “Let’s go kick some monkey ass and save our mate.” I nodded to August as we rushed forward. The generic arcade game sounds started to play as the monkey threw down the barrels looking to knock us down and keep us from getting to Katrina.

‘Baby I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals Animals Like animals-mals Maybe you think that you can hide I can smell your scent for miles Just like animals Animals Like animals-mals’ - Siddharth Singh Khurana, The Hunting Beast. Sanson Pe Rakha Hua Tere Hothon Ka Sapna Abhi Hai Wahin, Rat Ka Nasha Abhi Ankh Se Gaya Nahin, (The dream of your lips is still present in my breathing.

The eighth time I catch Philip Mumford cheating on me, he pours a bottle of concentrated disinfectant over his groin. "Happy now?" Amid the wreckage, his face is deathly pale as he looks at me like I'm the one who has lost my mind. It's the first time he's ever backed down. I stand frozen, clutching a piece of broken porcelain, suddenly feeling completely lost. During our worst fight, I strap dynamite to myself and his mistress, forcing him to choose between us. In response, he has himself and my parents tied to five semitrucks chained together, then smiles and asks if I still want him to choose. That's how we spent ten years torturing each other, neither of us willing to give in, bac