Galge Game Novels & Stories

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

I silently thank the Goddess that I kept my thin shirt on last night, too exhausted to pull it off. I notice a scroll on the ground close to my feet. I pick it up, and unfold it carefully, revealing precise, looping penmanship: ‘Step into Trial number three, Where shadows dance and none are free. In forest depths, you now remain, Where strength and wit may bring you gain. The bands you seek are high and bold, Taken from hands now growing cold. Collect the most and rise with pride, Or leave with nothing, cast aside. The final game begins today— Only nine are left to play.

“Pfft. I’ll just say you were kidnapped by fun.” They burst into laughter as the doors swung open. The bass thumped, lights danced, and for a brief moment, Aveline forgot every rule attached to her new name. The lounge wasn’t just a place for dancing. A crowd gathered around a low-lit table where a bartender in suspenders dealt cards like a magician. Aveline leaned over Tilly’s shoulder, curious. “What’s this?” Tilly grinned. “Oh, this? They call it Queen’s Gambit. part chess, part cards, all chaos. You play a move, you drink. Lose a round, you drink twice. Win three times, and you get the Queen’s Crown. free cocktails for the night.”

Andrea just secretly rolled her eyes to him and looked at Franklin who was riding the cart. The game was called game of the death, or chivalry death game. Any number of participants can enter the game. Now, there are only two numbers of participants, Alpha Homer was entrusted to be Alpha by the small version of Andrea, and Franklin who was entrusted fully by Andrea. In the game, there are two sets. First, the participants need to ride in the cart while the two horses are dragging the cart while running spontaneously around the oval.

“You’re just in time, dolcezza.” Harley nodded. “Dinner.” “War,” Gavin corrected. I blinked. “Did you guys actually… set up a food competition?” Luca grinned. “Welcome to the First Annual Alpha Games. Three challenges. The winner gets the room next to yours.” My eyebrows hit my hairline. “You’re joking.” “I never joke about prime real estate.” I looked at Harley. “You’re participating in this?” “I didn’t start it.” “That’s not a denial.” He shrugged.

The rich sound filled the car and seeped beneath my skin, where it transformed into a bloom of pleasure. "You truly come up with the most flattering comparisons." His dry tone contrasted with the sparkle in his eyes. My stomach swooped like l'd just plunged down the slope of a rollercoaster. The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries. "It's a talent I honed growing up." I tried to focus past my body's unwilling and, frankly, annoying reaction to a simple laugh. "During boring social events, my sister and I played agame where we had to come up with a good animal comparison for each guest. Alice Fong was a rabbit because she only ate salads and was constan

I turned around, grabbed his collar, and dragged him over. When the others saw that, they immediately came forward to stop me. However, this was just a feint. Before he wrapped his head fully around what was going on, I let go. Since he did not have a stable footing, he staggered and fell. At that moment, he was almost unable to hide the hate on his face. “Isn’t this what you want? Enjoy it, then.” I glared at him. Suddenly, Naomi rushed over and shouted, “Claude, you piece of trash! Leave!”

His eyes shone with disgust as he sized Rhaella up. “Stop this or else,” was the only warning that sprouted from Rhaella’s mouth. A maniac laugh rumbled from Duncan’s chest. “Such a brat like you. This isn’t any children’s game, Rhaella. I’ll give you a chance, one chance and it’s over.” He stood straighter, stretching his hands around. “Relinquish the throne to me and no one would have to get hurt. This is the game of Alphas, and not the game of little bitches.”

Without a second thought, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and gulped its contents down his throat. Jenna's heart skipped a million beats at once and for a few seconds, it ached, causing a wince to escape her mouth. What are you talking about?” she finally spoke, feeling her heart palpitation increasing as she walked over to where he was. “How much do you want, millions or a billion? Alessia's family are stinkingly rich" he said and Jenna scoffed, getting a clue of his supposed bride's name “I haven't even agreed to that!” she raised her voice, watching him gulp down the alcoholic liquid.

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