Killing The Game Novels & Stories

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

Amy wanted to turn to the door, but she couldn’t move. “Believe it or not, all of those other people inside my video game were my victims. I even took one of my victims and made her the president of the United States. I also based the game farther into the future. I know it’s the year 2098, but you see inside my game, I made it the year 2130. When you think about it, my so-called victims are still alive but only in my video game. So that means I’ve killed nobody.” The gunman leaned back, releasing an explosive chuckle. He laughed so intensely that veins bulged out of his wide neck. The gunman didn’t laugh too hard because he almost dropped a switchblade concealed in his hands.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

Kara warned which had her father's gaping mouth snapping shut, "you know if Alphas fight one another it will turn into a duel. Neither one of them will stop until the other is dead. And wasn't it you who said no fatalities?" "Fine," Killian's ramrod posture deflated as he carved a hand through his salt and pepper hair, "it's a tie. The next game will be held the day after tomorrow." "Will that be the last game?" Kara questioned, shrugging off both Miles and my hand from her shoulders. "I don't know, Kara. I didn't account for any of the games ending with a tie," turning to Denver, he ordered, "Clean up this mess and get everything back to the way it was."

Then I made it home, ate, and knocked out on the couch after watching an early kick off game between NYJ and HTS. So tell me why the fuck I woke up to a text from that nigga Kai telling me to stay away from Sebastian. Was he fucking alright in the head? UNKNOWN: You didn't want him, right? Now he's mine. Keep your distance. UNKNOWN: It's Kai btw. I know you know who I am. I blinked at the screen, and read the text again. Then one more fucking time. Who the fuck did he think he was? My fingers flew across the keyboard before I could stop myself.

He wanted to walk into the room, but he ended up standing by the door, merely watching over her in silence. Charmine gamed for a very long time as her rage continued to fester. In the game, she killed whatever came in sight, and it caused havoc in the gaming world. [OMG! Boss! Skill is on point!] [Please teach me!] [Never thought a sniper can be so impressive! This is perhaps the best gamer in the country!] [This tactic seems familiar. Reminds me of the gamer Kill who took the gaming world by storm five years ago.] [It can’t be. This account seems like a new account! Can’t be Kill, I guess...?]

I was going to intercept his shipments, turn his allies against him, and meet him on the battlefield of the underworld—and he wouldn't even know it was me until I was holding the knife to his throat. "Let the game begin, Kai," I whispered into the dark.

Something was off. I loosened my hands from around No. 99's throat. If killing him could really end the loop and clear the game, then I should've escaped the moment I set the gasoline on fire and finished him off in that round. I should've escaped this game long ago. That meant killing him was not the real condition to win this game.

“But don't worry! Dying is the first step.” Dead? My blood ran cold. He smirked. “Just don’t do it again.” “This is nonsense. I refuse to listen. Let me out of this fucking insane bus,” I yelled, hitting the metal ground with my right foot. The man was too cold. Too cold to the point you could not look into his eyes for too long. As if he was a grim reaper. “It’s too late. The game has already been activated, and you have been registered as a player.” His voice was too quiet. Too hazardous.