Harry Potter Match Game Novels & Stories

Damn it. “The aim of the game is to reunite with your mate by getting at least fifty percent of the questions right. Each correct response will move your game podiums one foot ahead, which allows another glass tile to appear behind you. Hence, allowing you more chances of persevering until your podiums meet.” Artemis said with a devious smile. “The screen on the podium before you will generate three answers and, of course, only one can be the correct one. It is time to bare your secrets to each other. Win the game and go home.”

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?

“Okay, it’s almost time. Let me introduce the rules of the game to you. Today’s game is divided into three series. It’s very simple.” Jack’s cold voice reached Brent’s mind accurately through the sensor. “The first series is a jigsaw puzzle game. On the screen in front of you, there will be a hundred round wireframes. There are a hundred little girls inside. You have to find out the difference. The time limit is three minutes. If you fail the challenge within the stipulated time, see the iron rod at the bottom of the screen? It will be inserted directly into your mouth.” As soon as he finished speaking, the live broadcast room was in a frenzy.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

Bring Elyn, before it gets dark. Regardless of what the research club does, for other students the most important and the center of attention is the competition that is still running. In the indoor hall was going on a basketball match, once inside the hall echoes of cheers and support blaring. “Was the match that exciting?" Thought Elyn. The first person to be caught in her eyes was Anthony. And when carefully listened to, the cheers of the audience clearly echoed one name, Anthony. "He again?” couldn't believe her eyes.

The way my body had reacted before my brain could catch up. He was a damn good kisser. That realization settled heavy in my chest. I swallowed, adjusting myself in my pants and looked back at my phone, thumb drifting lower to the comments. “He plays like Mahomes but on defense too wtf.” “That was straight Mahomes-level instincts.” Patrick Mahomes? I scoffed quietly, rolling my eyes. "That anticipation level is insane. Pure football IQ" "The aura is crazy tho." "Sebastian Burkhart is HIM" And all of the sudden—

While most people were busy freaking out, two stepped forward—chill and confident. They said they were mages. Seasoned pro in the game. They gave us the rundown: We were stuck in a horror game. Everyone here? Already dead IRL. The castle had thirty floors. Each floor had its own monster—or monsters. The higher you climbed, the scarier they got. Clear all thirty floors, hit the legendary 9,999 points, and you get a second shot at life. Bonus? A cash prize so massive, you'd never have to work again.

One of them asked, "Will we have magic, witches and warlocks?" Rhea whispered back mysteriously, "Definitely, all of you will be witches and warlocks or gods and goddesses for today." Hera stood instructing, "Now everyone stays with their buddy they are assigned to. When you are about to be tagged, blink quickly, and you will disappear. You will reappear instantly in the field where the game is taking place but away from your opponent."

“Uh, just for clarification — are we the ones doing the ambushing, or are we the ambushees?” Nyra chuckled. “Both.” Before anyone could react, she held up a small hourglass filled with black sand. “This starts the game.” She flipped the hourglass, the dark grains beginning to trickle down. “You have thirty seconds. Run.” The forest exploded into motion. Wolves shifted, witches muttered spells under their breath, and vampires vanished into blurs of speed. The teams scattered, darting into the trees like shadows. “Move!” Lloyd snapped, grabbing my arm and tugging me into the underbrush.

And we had one more game to prove it. Kylian stepped up again like the café was his personal stage. “Alright, for our final round—we’re bringing the drama,” he grinned. “This one’s called Blindfold Match-Up.” The crowd leaned in, instantly curious. “Here’s how it works,” Kylian continued, pacing with way too much energy. “Guys will be blindfolded. The girls will be lined up. No talking, no hints, no movement. You stand where we place you, and that’s it. Each guy’s got sixty seconds to find his girl or partner——for those doing this with a friend——If you’re confident you’ve got the right one, go ahead and kiss her."