Game No Life Sora Novels & Stories

He was calm and unbothered like it was nothing. Maybe... I was overthinking. Maybe I said something out loud. "...But I heard you say reborn," I insisted, unsure. "Are you sure you're not hearing my thoughts?" His gaze hardened slightly. "I said no." "Don't let fear make you foolish. I was talking about the Replay of that game. Will you participate? Remember you died in the game because your wolf Lena became weak." My shoulders slowly relaxed. Right! That made sense. There was no way... I exhaled softly.

" I ... I am so... so sorry... I failed you... I failed us... " She sat down in the ground crying in pain. Something terrible came over Helos. He stood there watching her as she moved without uttering a single word and then suddenly he began laughing. He was laughing crazy like a maniac. She looked up at him with eyes that looked genuinely puzzled. She saw the white in his eyes disappearing as he bent down to her level. " Is that the problem my dear? It's not even a problem anymore. I am the Lord of the deads. I can take and give life in the blink of an eye. "

He never expected that after preparing so many armaments and so many men, the conclusion was that Harvey was still alive, and so was Clarion! This… Sora kept on retreating back as he felt the anger boiling within him. "I am Sora! The scion of the Origin Sword Style! One of the future leaders in Sky Plane! Even if you win, you can never touch me! Otherwise, all of you will die here!"

Something dark and threatened. She walked toward me with that fake smile plastered on her face, the one I remembered from years of torment. “Liora, isn’t it?” Her voice was sugar with poison underneath. “I’m Sage. Damien’s… close friend.” “How nice to meet you,” I replied, matching her false sweetness. “I have to ask—where exactly are you from? Your story seems to change every time someone tells it.” Before I could answer, I let my body sway slightly, my hand flying to my forehead. “Oh…”

But what was really puzzling was that she looked like me, exactly like me. “Are you alright?” was the second thing she asked. I nodded. She took out a white handkerchief and offered it to me to wipe the dirt all over my face. “You look terrible.” she remarked, humorously. I tried to smile but failed. “My name… is Marilia.” I muttered. “Marilia. I am Marlene, daughter of King Draven and bride of Prince Ryder Klaus." Her voice sunk into a whisper and her smile suddenly vanished. “Thank you for saving my life.” I handed her handkerchief to her.

"Please, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Rebecca screamed. Luna Constance tried to crawl away despite her bleeding leg. "Same as me," Gaty continued, her voice was eerily calm now. "He doesn't deserve to live. Same as me." She pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed across the training field. Derek crumpled to the ground, and blood was blooming across his chest. Right over his heart. Rebecca's scream was inhuman. She ran to him, pressing her hands against the wound, but there was so much blood.