Killing The Game Novels & Stories

There is so much blood. Maya cut her eyes to one of the men behind him. The crew closed in around me. There was something accusing in the way they looked at me. One of them, a man Maya had always been close with, spoke first, his patience already gone. "Mrs. Sterling. You are out of line. Maya is dying. Are you really going to fight her for the rig? "And if it were that bad, you'd be unconscious by now. Where are you finding the breath to argue?"

I am never gonna let Cassius go, not even even if it mean doing anything, I mean any fucking thing. "You wanna play this fucking game with me, Crystal? Too bad, people who try to play games with me end up dead before they realise it, and you wouldn't be any different, that i promise."

Though they were skilled, she was busy slaying and taking down towers. Suddenly, she heard a loud thud and then a groan of pain. She immediately stood, putting down the phone on the desk. That caused her chosen game character, Destina, a female orc fighter with two hammers, to die, ending her 30-kill streak. But she didn't care about it; one death couldn't decide the outcome of the game. She rushed to the bathroom door and knocked, "D-Dad, are you alright?" she called out in a frantic voice.

“So when I’m not pregnant you plan to freak me out?” “Oh, totally. I might pull a Michael Jackson and dangle Emma off a balcony or something.” I swat his arm, pursing my lips. “I would kill you.” He laughs again. “How’d you do it?” “It’d probably be a messy heat-of-the-moment type of kill.” “One of the benefits of being a doctor is knowing how to kill people and have it be untraceable.” “That’s the whole reason you went to med school, isn’t it?”

I met the soldiers head-on, wielding my weapons, like a dance I slashed through one after another, watching as my Knights fought beside me. “Seven!” Mike called out. Followed by Kellen, “Nine!” I hear Hunji next “Eleven.” Then Rhett, “Eight.” “Make that nineteen!” Mike yells and I realize they are playing our old game, who could kill more of the enemy. “Do you want my count?” I ask cutting down another and another. “No,” They all reply at once. My wrists rotate, swinging the blades, catching another in the neck, one in the stomach.

He pauses as the words spill out of him, everything he has begun to realise lately but couldn't admit. "Because that is the god damn point," he shouts viciously, "we all play this game and no one fucking wins. We trust no one, constantly try to beat each other, and we Never. Fucking. Win... And I'm sick of it." He laughs, dragging his hand through his hair, eyes wild as they watch Madrigal and Japheth. "But I guess I have one last kill to make in this game," he says slowly. The air stills. The four guns point into each other's skulls, steady and aim true... only one person needed to pull their trigger and it would be a blood bath.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

I Every tick of time, Fiel could feel the intense desire and wish that the game be finished already. Today is the third day of the Game and it was called, “Escape from Arrows.” Fiel and the other remaining five players were put in a big circle, out in the open field, and were told to run to save their lives while arrows would rain inside the big circle. Whoever comes out of the big circle alive would remain in the game. "Take the left side, Mister, more arrows will fall on the right side," it was a voice that Fiel suddenly heard before the loud sound of a gunshot was heard all over the arena.

All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood. Nearby, a short and skinny guy collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently. Lucas used to joke about how many people he had killed. I always thought he was kidding. Now, though… it suddenly didn’t sound so fake anymore. I quickly warned the other players not to refuse the game. Otherwise, they’d probably end up just like the big guy. The skinny guy looked at me desperately, his voice shaking. “Then what are we supposed to do? I don’t want to die here!”

"Congratulations, Molly Hampton and Riley Johnson, for successfully conquering the last stage, 'Survival of the Fittest'! Both of you have beaten 'Magnet Apocalypse'! "The 100 million dollar prize pool will be evenly split and sent to your accounts. Players who failed to survive till the end of the game will be eliminated by the system in real life. The game will be shutting down in ten…nine—" "Time for us to go back," Riley murmured, sounding relieved. I hummed in response, looking down at the murky waters around my feet. The scenery around me warped when the countdown reached zero, and I found myself lying on my bed in my rented apartment in the next second.