Extermination Game Novels & Stories

l once again in level 2 which announces, " Welcome on level 2, here you will get 10 seconds to reach in level 3 room and for that you have to just select 10 right tiles Because of which you will be safe and hence after the buzzer honks you all have to be very quick on your feet And soon after the announcement the buzzer honks once again and everyone again starts the game and whoever was putting their feet on the wrong tiles they turning into ashes due to fire which used to burn them down arising below the tiles and till the end of 10 seconds and is reaching in level 3 room there was just fistful of us were remaining

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”

My chest constricted so hard I could barely breathe. Then, I noticed something glinting on her paw. A bracelet. The same bracelet I had given Ryan. It hit me like ice water. Ryan had killed them. He was the one who tortured and buried the animals alive.

The sound drew the horde. They poured into the storage room, instantly swarming the newly turned Marcus and Kevin. The sound of tearing flesh and guttural roars blended with the siren’s shriek, a symphony of chaos. Liam teleported away in the chaos. A few minutes later, a system alert came through the family channel. [Player Marcus has been eliminated.] [Player Kevin has been eliminated.] [Current Survivors: 5]

I couldn’t see cryus expression but I could hear him sighing in relief. “it’s just you, I thought it was my wife,” he replied in relief. Ivan clicked his tongue, “the wife whose inheritance you are plan to snatch, that’s so evil of you Cyrus,” “Between you and I, we both know you are the most evil one,” Cryus replied with a grunt. He began to whisper something to Zara but I couldn’t hear their conversation. “You wouldn’t be offended if I actually stole your wife from you would you?” Ivan said with a smile, he glanced at me with a playful look in his eyes.

I am never gonna let Cassius go, not even even if it mean doing anything, I mean any fucking thing. "You wanna play this fucking game with me, Crystal? Too bad, people who try to play games with me end up dead before they realise it, and you wouldn't be any different, that i promise."

The zero-sum game, a concept in game theory, implies that in any situation involving two or more players, one player's gain is exactly balanced by the losses of the other player(s). Thus, the total sum of gains and losses among participants is always "zero," eliminating any possibility of cooperation. The streets were lined with trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground as the brilliant sunshine peeked through the leaves. A black Lincoln was parked by the curb, with the occasional pedestrian strolling by on the sidewalk. It seemed like an ordinary day, except for the two bodyguards in dark suits standing conspicuously in front of the Lincoln.

For a moment, silence reigned until he gave the final order. Montez’s voice cut through the air, low and final. “Kill them.” In one second, gunfire exploded, deafening and merciless and bullets rang out. The van’s windshield shattered, bullets tearing through metal and flesh. The goon holding Amira screamed, dropping his weapon as bullets riddled his body. Blood sprayed across the walls of the van. Amira shrieked, curling into herself, trembling violently. The shooting stopped as quickly as it started. Smoke hung in the air and only silence followed—thick, heavy, broken only by her choked sobs.

I lean in close, gripping her jaw so she has to look at me. "I'm going to ask you for the last time, Quinn," I whisper calmly. "Did she really try to drown you? We’re going to play a game. Tap the tub once for yes. Tap twice for no." Before she can answer, I dunk her in again. I push her deeper this time. She struggles, her fingernails scratching against the porcelain. And then I hear it. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. She’s tapping the side of the tub so fast it sounds like a drumroll. Twice. She even tapped more than twice.

The guards take Isobelle by the arms—not roughly, but firmly—and lead her away. The room stays silent. Nobody moves. Nobody dares to. Sophie finally sits back down, crossing her legs and brushing imaginary dust off her skirt like nothing just happened. “Well,” she says, “that was dramatic.” I can’t bring myself to answer. My mind is still on the way Caroline smiled. The way Isobelle’s eyes filled with tears as she disappeared through the door. She’s gone before noon. Just like that. Another girl eliminated. Another reminder that the games aren’t just cruel—they’re calculated. And some of these girls? They’re not here to fall in love. They’re here to win. At any cost.