Novel & Cerita Fantasy Loser Punishments

“Time is up, Hector. You failed.” “So, what does that mean?” “One, you must start over and two, you must be punished. Failure isn’t an option to Lord Skorn. He wants his soldiers at their best. Come on, you will join Ruby and Ash for punishment.” Rex leads Hector back to the start of the maze. “What is this punishment we have to get?” Hector asks. Ruby and Ash go to stand by Hector to hear the punishments.

But her mouth opened anyway. “What conditions?” she asked. I turned towards the rest of the soldiers, making sure they all heard me. “If you lose this time, you will be punished with ten lashes from a silver whip.” The silence that followed was brutal. “And your rank,” I added, “your record, your achievements, all of it will be cleared. You will return to the bottom, as a trainee, a mere shadow of what you were.” Astrid blinked, her body swaying just slightly. “And what happens if she loses?”

But I had to ask about my punishment first because there was no way I would let him punish me for something I didn’t know was wrong. I saw him kill his own men without a second thought during my heat, so I couldn’t avoid thinking it was what he was planning to do with the warrior he threw away. Was it too much of an intervention that it required punishment? Was I wrong to accept this life with Blade if every wrong decision I made would mean I would be punished? But what punishment? Simple punishment for witches required kneeling or lying down on rough surfaces while dripping candle wax on our naked bodies. But it could be a lot more, depending on the gravity of the violation, especially a vi

I heard the voice of the warrior's leader, who walked towards us and stood beside her along with the other warriors. “I will give her the warming-up punishment.” “And what is that?” She smiled wryly. “The forest has no escape from punishment.” I felt my heart leave my chest when she said that. the forest, no escape? That is one of the scariest punishments, and someone as weak as me wouldn’t be able to escape from it so easily. "No, please. not the forest. No escape.” I pleaded again. "You're nobody,” one of the warriors said and used his boot to hit my face. I felt the world spin around me. Is this my end? The world was slowly getting darker. I was falling into a deep, dark pit with no escap

Alastor gaped at the scroll, eyes widening. “This says that the punishment for violation is dispossession.” He started, “You can’t possibly mean to strip someone of their wolf if they got too rough with a stupid puppy.” Liora’s eyes flashed. “If you’re willing to treat your fellow lupine folk like trash just because they’re weaker than you, then you don’t deserve to have a wolf.” “You have to give some leniency, some time to adjust.” Odys countered. “Dispossession is worse than death. This must be a last resort, based on the severity of the crime.”

her father answered. "We cannot bend the rules. She has to be given the same punishment as another loser, or it won't make sense if we punish another person," I answered. "But she can be given another punishment if the person she harmed forgives her. Can't your mate forgive her? So she can be banished, but at least she can live her life in another place."

Victor said softly, so tenderly that made her beam into a smile as well, his tone and smile infected her into a grin, happily munching her bread until she heard his voice again in a different tone, one that plunge her from happiness to instant horror. "You need all those food for the punishment you need to fulfill after all." With bread crumbs all over her lips, Jane lifted her head, confused. Her two hands were still each holding a bread that was nibbled on the edges, as if to mark its territory so no one would try stealing her food. "Punishment?" She repeated apprehensively, while Victor was gladdened by her stunned tone. "You lost the hide and seek so it's only right for you to be punishe

“But we’re not just going to play ordinary chess.” “W-What do you mean?” “We’ll play chess just like how people usually play them, the only difference is that we’ll have a punishment to the loser.” I wrinkled my brows. “Punishment?” “Every time you lose, I’ll conquer a part of your body.” My eyes automatically widened at what he just said. “What?!” “I will choose a part of your body and I can do whatever I want with it and you are not allowed to complain.” He repeated.

Yet now, his master looked at him and saw nothing but a disposable tool. Disloyalty at this stage wasn’t even an option. Death would be a kindness compared to what awaited him if he strayed. His master’s punishments were legendary—agony stretched into eternity, consciousness flayed until nothing remained but endless screams. Mahisar shuddered at the thought. He couldn’t let that happen.

He didn’t even looked surprised. He just went straight to giving my punishment. All the Elders were seated as I stood in the middle of the room. “You know why you are here,” Spiritfang said. “Yes,” I replied. He nodded once. “Then listen.” “Your punishment,” he continued, “will not be what you expect.” The chamber felt colder. “You are to forfeit the throne.” The words hit harder than any blade ever could. A sharp murmur swept through the elders. My heart slammed violently against my ribs.