Extermination Game Novels & Stories

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

I whispered, my voice thick with a dark, terrifying promise, "I will burn that entire corporate tower to the ground with every soul inside it." "They will not touch me," she murmured, her lips brushing against mine, a soft, intoxicating promise that sealed the deal. "Because by the time they realize the Ghost is in the room, the game will already be over." For the next four hours, the bunker became a war room. Working side by side, our minds perfectly aligned, we systematically dismantled the lives of five board members. I drafted the legal documents, using my personal encryption keys to create an ironclad executive proxy that transferred my full voting weight to Aria Thorne for the duration

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

Fear would keep him back, and distance… distance would keep him alive. I set the phone down and turned back to my notes. The board thought they were playing chess. So did Aiden, Ethan and Sofia. But they were all wrong. This wasn’t chess, it was elimination. And I had just figured out who needed to go first.

The platform beneath him shattered mid-leap, sending his avatar plunging into the abyss. DANTAX ELIMINATED. Now, only nine players remain in the game. The second elimination followed barely thirty seconds later. A player attempted to ambush Syntax. But it was a bad decision. Syntax didn’t even slow down. One perfectly timed counterstrike, a brutal energy spike, and the challenger’s avatar disintegrated into light. BULLET ELIMINATED. Eight. Eight players remain, causing the arena to roar. “Two down in under a minute!” “This pace is insane!”

"Commander Norris! Zach! I was wrong! Let me out! I won't do it again! Please, open the door!" The gas ate into his hands, skin peeling away. Russell lowered his gun, his face blank. "We don't need rot like you in this shelter." Miranda writhed on the ground, clawing at her throat. "Help me… Leon… Help…" Her voice faded into delirium. The gas thickened, swallowing them whole. The sound of frantic scratching against metal echoed for a few seconds, then everything fell into dead silence. I turned and shut down the lower ventilation system.

"Natalie, why don't I give the necklace back to you? I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place." The moment her hand touched the necklace, Hunter spoke. "Keep it." Then, he turned to me and stressed, "Whoever drew it got it." I chuckled softly. The private room fell silent for a moment, and Hunter's gaze grew colder. Gabriel frowned and said, "Natalie, it was just a game. Did you really have to make an issue out of it?" Then, he stepped in front of Tiffany. His voice remained gentle, but to me, it felt like a knife pressing against my throat.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Celeste said. "As for the game, it's still the same. You need to eliminate each players of the opposite team, then choose one box that you think where the prize is. You'll only have one chance to pick a box. If you fail, then you're out." Eleonna's brows creased. Eliminate the players of the opposite team? What does that exactly mean? A part of her wanted to ask but the majority of her is holding her back, she knows what it means but she doesn't want to confirm it.