Killer Game Novels & Stories

Blood runs hot and thick down my skin. His eyes flash with rage, and he raises his gun at me, ready to fire. Time slows down, but I know I can’t hesitate. The shot is coming. But before the trigger is pulled, Aaron and Timmy strike first. In a near-perfect synchronicity, they open fire. The bullets are swift and precise. KJ falls backward, the gun slipping from his hand before he even realizes what hit him. The look of surprise fades from his face as consciousness leaves him, until death claims him.

A stark reminder that this battle was not just a clash of powers, but a test of survival. Hestia's eyes blazed with bright fury and gleaming desperation as she raised her dagger once again, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Fuck you, Cassidy! Let me go!” With renewed ferocity, we clashed, each strike a symphony of power and determination to kill one another. “Before you die, I want to slap you with reality.” I cocked my head at Gamma Jamenei, who dispersed himself in front of me and gave me the cylindrical beaker containing blood. “Do you see the color of this?” I asked her, still trying to claw me out but my hand was firm around her neck.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

Before Viktor could react, Nero’s hand slid into his coat, and in one fluid, merciless motion, his pistol barked thunder into the gym. Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound echoed off the cracked walls, sharp and final. Viktor’s two men were not fast enough unlike Nero, and before they could aim, they had already dropped instantly, blood pooling dark against the gym floor. Silence crashed down, broken only by the hiss of the crushed cigarette in Viktor’s hand as ash fell onto his boot. Nero holstered his gun with elegant precision, as though nothing had happened. His smile returned, cold and cutting. “It seems you have some cleaning to do,” he said looking at the corpses. “Consider us even.”

I asked. "I don't know but... It looks like it." She responded, and for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. If anything went wrong with Killian, would I go back to jail? Would I be arrested again for Alvin's death? "What should I do!" I found myself yelling. "Go to his car, at the dashboard he keeps a gun there, I hope you know how to use one—" I didn't let Emilia finish her statement when I clicked on the red button and hurried out of the compound.

The cold metal of a gun pressed against the underside of my chin. "Did you not hear me the first time?" The man's hot, wet breath fanned across my face. My stomach turned. "I said get on the fucking floor, bitch." His dark eyes gleamed with malice. Some criminals were all bravado. They just wanted to snatch the goods and leave without actualy killing anyone. But the man in front of me? He wouldn't hesitate to murder someone in cold blood. He looked like he was itching for it. The drumming of my heart reached a fever pitch.

"Hey, lend us some cash." "Ooh, look at that skin. Wonder if he’s got abs under there." As they spoke, they reached out, trying to strip off my clothes. Panic shot through me and I stepped back. Just as their greasy hands were about to grab me— "Back off!" Keira appeared out of nowhere. My face stayed hidden in the shadows as I watched her fight them off. This entire setup had been staged for me from the start. It didn’t take long before the girls scattered. She ended up with a wound, collapsing right into my arms.

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

He sighed and glared at Harvey who was wearing a mask. Harvey then impatiently asked, “Who among these two do you want to die, Vishnu?” Harvey’s lips twitched. “I’m not really patient, you see.” “Please kill me ins…” Harvey and Dark immediately acted like they were going to pull the trigger. Vishnu, in panic, immediately yelled, “Kierson.” Harvey chuckled. “Who?” “Soviet Kierson Ferrer.” As if on cue, Harvey pulled the trigger. A loud gunshot was heard among police authorities and Kierson’s loyal people.

I rubbed my neck, chuckling. " Kill him? He just arrived here!" The girl said again. Natalie looked at her quizzically then burst of laughing. " I'm not killing him silly! You don't know how to take a joke!" Then turned to me. " How should I greet you, do I hug you, shake you, or give a fist bump?" " Anyone's is fine by me, as long as you're not throwing a snake at me." I said truthfully... I hate snakes.