Game Of Thrones You Win Or You Die นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He hunched lower, shuffling toward me step by step. The reek of rot and blood pressed heavier on me with every move. Everyone who was watching the live broadcast was frightened. [The Hungry Dead’s about to lose it! Granny, run! He’ll eat you alive!] [Oh, hell nah! That’s a sight I did not need burned into my brain…] My stomach lurched, bile stinging my throat. However, when I saw him—skin stretched over bones, stumbling like he could barely stand—the fire in my chest flared up.

Ava's Pov I closed my eyes in absolute surrender. If this is death, so be it. Just when I thought death was about to accompany me out of my body, the car screeched to a stop. My heart pounded in my ears as I heard the car door flew open. I immediately opened my eyes, and a popular catchphrase from the series of game of thrones came to my mind. 'What do we say to the God of death? Not today,' was Arya stark's response.

Before I die, I'm taking you with me. Nathan's gaze flickered to the knife in her hand, and he gulped. "Let me go. I'll find the best doctors in the world to treat you." Trinity let out a hysterical laugh. "Too late. Go to hell." With that, she plunged the blade into his stomach and carved out both kidneys. I turned away, drifting out of the warehouse. I didn't dare look back. Nathan's agonized screams echoed in my ears. A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

“Oh, this should be good…” I let the silence hang, letting it sink in. “We hunt them. Ourselves. No games, no tests, no waiting for someone else to do the dirty work. We chase them down, beat them to a pulp, and whoever survives…” I tilted my head, letting the words hang like a blade. “…wins. Or dies trying.” Derek’s grin widened, practically vibrating with excitement. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

I watched the chaos erupt around me and lifted a hand, pointing at the middle-aged man. The automated defense turrets mounted in the lab whirred as they rotated, gun barrels locking onto their new targets. "Now then…" I tilted my mechanical head slightly, just like I'd done back in the first loop of the death game. "…The game has started. This time, the condition to win is simple." I grinned, and the blue light beneath my synthetic skin flared into a blinding, blood-red flow. "Survive my hunt and escape within ten loops."

Blade fallen from his hand. Dead. Killed by power he never believed existed. Maya swayed. The blade still in her. Blood pouring. I caught her as she fell. We went down together. Two dying people holding each other on a battlefield. "We won" she whispered. "Kael dead. Gabriel dead. We won." "We did. You were perfect." "Asher. I cannot feel my legs." "I cannot feel anything. I think I am dying." "Me too." We lay there. In each other's arms. Blood mixing on the marble floor. The fighting around us slowing. Stopping. Gabriel's forces surrendering.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.