Killing The Game Novels & Stories

I heard Zara murmur something soft to comfort her as I flew down the stairs. I raced out of the building like I had lost my mind. Because I had. I could not lose him. But deep down I knew the truth: if I married him now, I would only drag him into the same darkness that took my mother. The killers were still out there, and they would come for him. I jumped back into my car. The keys were still in the ignition. I started the engine and swerved into the street. I was going to get my man tonight, but I would not stop hunting my mother’s killers. Not even for him.

"Liam? Erica? Chief Johnson?" Their mouths were gagged. They looked at me in terror. Crack! A whip lashed across their bodies. Mayor Bowser smiled—a dangerous, mocking smile. "You really thought I wouldn't find you after you fled overseas?" He rubbed the blood from his fingers and sneered. "You faked your deaths to escape, didn't you?" He lifted Liam's chin. "Too bad. Only real death would've hidden you from me. Shall I help you with that?" "Mmph! Mmph!" Liam shook his head frantically, but it was useless.

“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.

I retorted keeping my hands firmly on the steering wheel. We waited on a T-junction for Dimitri’s truck to pass by, Jaden ready with his machine gun. “They will be passing us in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Hailey now!!” I applied the clutch with all the force left in my bones knocking the first SUV filled with The Crown Assassins off the road. “Get down” Jaden divulged. Only the rattling sounds of firing bullets, the howls of dead assassins and the shaking sounds of the empty bullets covering the ground.

After saying that, Fane said in exasperation, "I feel like that hero who created the Whirling World is pretty bad at naming. Can't he name things a bit better?" Rudy was in no mood to care about that. He was incredibly excited when he heard that a lot would die. He pulled at Fane and asked, "Quickly tell me the rules–I'm so curious." Fane nodded, simply explaining the rules. The slaughter game was different from the slaughter gambit. The slaughter gambit needed ten participants, but the slaughter game needed two hundred and twenty. After two hundred and twenty participants registered, the slaughter game would start. All of the participants would start killing each other, and the game would s

And here we are. "You still want to be alive?" he nods his head. "Okay," he looked at me shocked. "Thank you, thank you." I got up and make my way to drake. Drake raised his brows looking at me curiously. "So you’re going to let him live?" I scoffed then quickly raised my gun and shot Mr. Ricci at his head sending blood flying everywhere. Bet he didn’t see that coming. I turned to the drake, he looked at me in disbelief. "What? I need drama." Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one.

I was wrong. I struggled to snap out of the depression my heartbreak had sent me spiraling into thanks to that silly little game. Drake's cruel words calling me a silly little girl still hurt for months but that was nothing compared to the pain that awaited me six months later. Wolves are strong and live much longer than humans usually, but a group of rogues attacked our pack and all the adults fought just as they were trained to do. My mom was among those fighting. She was strong and came from an alpha bloodline, not just any bloodline but a particularly strong and old alpha line from Italy. She was one of our fiercest warriors and as such she was on the front lines of battle. There were to

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

It was close enough that every person in the hall accepted it without question. I did not accept it. I said nothing. "Game Three begins in four minutes," the voice crawled continually. "No rest period. The game is called Dead Weight. Each player will be assigned a partner by the system. If your partner dies during the game, you lose two lives. If you cut the chain yourself, you will be executed immediately… No exceptions." The screens on every wall lit up simultaneously. A list of names in paired columns scrolled until it stopped. I found my name on the left side.

Elias and Willa were the last to get on. “To kill a monster... You have to become one,” Elias whispered as he brushed past her to his seat. Willa did not cough. She dared not make a sound. They were moving on to the next door, but Door Three had taken a part of her she would never recover. Just then, the System chimed: [Player 07, congratulations on your first kill. Your performance: 10/10. Keep up the great work.] Willa’s fist clenched.