Extermination Game Novels & Stories

"The game was going to take you both." "Whichever one of us volunteered, the game would execute the deletion protocol on both. It was a double trap—kill whichever one sacrificed themselves, and use the other's grief to destroy them slowly over centuries." His voice cracked. "But Elara figured it out. In the moment before she spoke, before she volunteered, she understood what the game was doing. And she made a choice of her own." "She volunteered anyway," Aiden said quietly.

They stepped out of the elevator, sidestepping the dead bodies to avoid stepping on them. “So, this is how this game goes. Whoever you come across; you will have to kill them.” She said, recalling how exhausted the other previous team they had defeated was. “How about if a team hides?” Tradd who just watched the earlier fight asked. “There will only be one winning team. So, if a team hides, this game won’t end until either one of them finds the other.” Andrik voiced out his realization. The ground floor looked like a fight had happened here. There were drops and pools of blood, a few dead bodies and some weapons left scattered on the ground.

We scoped the room, there were 4 cameras in each corner and a speaker above the doors. "Hey hey hey." A voice came out of the speaker. "I'm gonna be the game master for today's festivity. If you look in front of you, you'll see the tables, each one designated to their doors, both of you will pick any paper but you can't pick the same one. In each paper card, there lies a question, I have all the answers to said question. The game is very simple, you pick a card, answer the question and if you get it right, I'll unlock the door you chose but if you get it wrong..." The deep, dark voice from before cut off and Logan's voice came on. "YOU DIE!!... I'm just kidding, you get a go round." "Logan?

You look beautiful," Anika exclaimed. Sarah grinned and bowed her head, but not before Anika noticed the tiny pink on her cheeks. Jacob made an impatient motion toward Casper. "Why are you standing here while he is standing over there?" Jacob's face stiffened as he examined the room. "I should have known the old bastard would be here." Anika followed his eyes and found Pete Foxhorn holding court within earshot of Casper. Though she wouldn't confess it to Jacob, seeing their business adversary hammering on Casper Sullivan made her incredibly nervous.

He was staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. "Maya?" he whispered. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, a crackling speaker came to life above us. [WELCOME TO THE SURVIVAL GAME] [Congratulations, you are all dead! But considering the greenhouse effect, hell is on recycle mode right now, so you are being sent to dead worlds, as entertainment! Please, provide the fanciest death you can, for the audience!] “What audience?!” Damian asked, but nobody, well, no dead body on the bus is in a mood to answer him.

Before Viktor could react, Nero’s hand slid into his coat, and in one fluid, merciless motion, his pistol barked thunder into the gym. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound echoed off the cracked walls, sharp and final. Viktor’s two men were not fast enough unlike Nero, and before they could aim, they had already dropped instantly, blood pooling dark against the gym floor. Silence crashed down, broken only by the hiss of the crushed cigarette in Viktor’s hand as ash fell onto his boot. Nero holstered his gun with elegant precision, as though nothing had happened. His smile returned, cold and cutting. “It seems you have some cleaning to do,” he said looking at the corpses. “Consider us even.”

There were only ten of us left. Crystal, who had suggested switching host families with me, was surprisingly still alive. But her face was ghastly pale, which showed that she had suffered greatly. However, after going through that ordeal, I'd finally figured out how to clear stages in this game. We had to role-play as the villagers' family members, guess key plot points, and break the cycle. If we guessed wrong, we'd either be stuck in the cycle or be tortured to death by creepy entities—basically becoming their playthings.

Gun in hand. "Here's the game. I'm going to shoot one survivor every minute until you reach me. But the factory is rigged with traps. Pressure plates. Tripwires. Automated defenses. You'll have to fight your way up. Use your training. Your programming. Become the weapon to save them." "This is insane." "This is proof. If you fight through like a weapon, you prove me right. If you refuse and they die, you prove you were never really human. Either way, I win."

He kept whispering sweet nothings to Dawn, but I could tell that the love had vanished from his eyes. I never believed that romance would transform into familial love. The things he had lost would definitely be replaced by someone else. He no longer loved me, so he must have fallen for someone else. However, 35-year-old Dawn didn't care about that anymore. She simply lived life on mechanical repeat. One day, she chanced upon a chatroom on Andrew's computer, which he hadn't logged out of. The identity of the woman he was chatting to didn't matter at all. Andrew's messages came as a shock.

“The relics were part of their essence. Destroying them would mean destroying themselves.” Ryan leaned forward. “So, what happened to them?” “They vanished,” Evelyn said. “Some believe they ascended to a higher plane. Others think they were betrayed by one of their own.” “Betrayed?” Logan echoed. Evelyn nodded. “One of the Immortals grew envious of humanity and sought to control the game for himself. He twisted its purpose, turning it into a trap for his enemies. That corruption is what made the game so dangerous.” --- The Warning