Extermination Game Novels & Stories

After saying that, Fane said in exasperation, "I feel like that hero who created the Whirling World is pretty bad at naming. Can't he name things a bit better?" Rudy was in no mood to care about that. He was incredibly excited when he heard that a lot would die. He pulled at Fane and asked, "Quickly tell me the rules–I'm so curious." Fane nodded, simply explaining the rules. The slaughter game was different from the slaughter gambit. The slaughter gambit needed ten participants, but the slaughter game needed two hundred and twenty. After two hundred and twenty participants registered, the slaughter game would start. All of the participants would start killing each other, and the game would s

Nonetheless, time has no meaning in this place anyways. A chill ran down my spine as I stared out at the barren landscape from the window, thinking of the role we were forced to play in this gruesome game. Yet my reverie about our place was shortly cut when my wristband beeped as it glows in an eerie crimson red hue, displaying Spencer's name crossed out with lines of permanent ink — confirming his death in the game. ◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥ A P L A Y E R H A S B E E N E L I M I N A T E D

the walls are covered in oil, making it slippery. The game started and I felt rather annoyed to watch how my brother tended to Alyssa. He never once left her side. He was there to always help her and support her. "Tss. What a loser." In the end, we also won the second game with no one eliminated and we are down to the last thirteen packs left. The third game was a mind game where you need to use your brain to a total of fifty doors so you can leave through the exit. If you're wrong, you will automatically be eliminated and we lost ten players for this round, but still won first place.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

Life was quiet but warm. But we couldn't escape the professional killers. The bloody revenge found us anyway. One day, I came home carrying medicine I'd bought on the black market. I pushed open the door only to be met with a wall of thick, rolling smoke. "Damn it! How could this happen!" My heart hammered in my chest. The safe house was engulfed in flames. The fire department arrived, but they couldn't even find my parents' remains. The fire chief told me, "It was a timed bomb that detonated a gas line."

Kara warned which had her father's gaping mouth snapping shut, "you know if Alphas fight one another it will turn into a duel. Neither one of them will stop until the other is dead. And wasn't it you who said no fatalities?" "Fine," Killian's ramrod posture deflated as he carved a hand through his salt and pepper hair, "it's a tie. The next game will be held the day after tomorrow." "Will that be the last game?" Kara questioned, shrugging off both Miles and my hand from her shoulders. "I don't know, Kara. I didn't account for any of the games ending with a tie," turning to Denver, he ordered, "Clean up this mess and get everything back to the way it was."

Logan steps up to him and takes the piece of paper from him before reading it out loud to us all. "Emma, it's been some time since we said goodbye and I've enjoyed this little game of ours very much and although it will soon be over I want us to play one more game as our last goodbye and if you win you may not die. The game is called hunt the killer and I've left you your first clue somewhere in your room. You need to be quick at finding the clues and working them out to stand a chance of finding your killer, I'll even start you off with a little hint. The killer is closer than you could ever imagine! now you better hurry up and get started piggy, you don't have much time, see you soon Jx" "

That sounded impossible because the only thing I could think about now was dying if I didn’t win. I looked around to check if everyone else was as terrified as I was. The mood was tense as expected and nobody was smiling… “Here are the rules darlings”, the game master smiled again. “The last three racers will be killed, so run as fast as you can, yes?!” All six of us female racers looked to one another. Three would die….. “Belle!”, Pete shook my shoulder. “Pull yourself together!…. This is a life and death matter so don’t go there and start shaking like a pussy”.

He would surely come to my rescue once I could survive long enough. Thirty of us were in a rectangular enclosure with diamond-wired mesh fencing. They were all omegas while I stood in the midst. Once the countdown hits zero, a horn will be blown and we have to run into the tunnel to fight against each other to live. Only three are allowed to survive and reemerge from the other end of the tunnel. This game was inhumane.