Killing The Game Novels & Stories

For some reason, she found the knife scarier than the gun. "It's an essential part of the game. I'm going to give you a choice. Do you want me to cut you, or do you want me to cut Hayden? Letting me use the knife on you is the only way to prevent the one you love from getting hurt. Whoever is still living at the end of the game wins. Although something tells me that killing you would be a mercy kill because you're an obvious burden on Hayden." Natalia glared at him.

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

He gave me a scowl before he was conjuring up his magic. After everything was set I went to explain the rules better but everyone was teleporting out. I looked around at the empty area and smiled. I loved a game that involved killing. I conjured up their location and froze. They were everywhere. I looked around at all the heat signitures and gritted my teeth. Klaus was interfering with something that should've been a simple game of cat and mouse. It looked like this was more like hide and kill because I wouldn't be just stabbing them anymore.

It would also allow us to call out our progress to the others on the wall. Abel and I had a sick tradition. With each kill, we call out our ‘kill count’. This is even true when killing the undead in our video games. It was a contest of a sort to see who the better fighter was. Even Sam, Levi, and, surprisingly, Alec all joined in. We just laughed as we heard the numbers that were called out. It was all fine, it only spurred Abel and I to catch up with them and stay above them all. It wasn’t hard. That was until we heard the small feminine voices that sounded so much like my Remmie and Reign.

“There are gunshots outside, Dante! What kind of game is that?” His lips curved into the kind of smirk that didn’t belong in a night like this. Dark, dangerous, detached. “They call it hide and seek. If you’ve got enemies, tonight is the night you hunt them down. And if they find you first.....” he lifted his hand like a gun and pulled the trigger in the air. “Boom. You’re dead.” My mouth fell open. I stared at him, disgust curling inside my chest. “So they kill each other like animals....and call it a game?”

I prayed silently, the warm tears streaming down my face. I'm so tired of losing people close to me. I always benefited from them, but they've never benefited from me. I am so cursed! I should probably hang myself to death after today. I am so unwanted after all! I'm pretty sure it was one of the reasons my mother wasn't close to me. I killed my father. I killed my dog. I killed my fucking best friend and now my savior too is dying. "No, please Killian." I felt my nostrils breathless, filled with mucus, but I couldn't help but shed more tears.

"Okay. See you tomorrow in the Philippines, Clive." He walked to the window and came out again. He just kept on using the computer. He has been killed five times and will be six. "Yes! You are dead! Hahaha!" This happened when he killed the enemy in the game. There's more to come...

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

And he was grinning so broadly and when he pulled her into his arm, I turned my face away. "The first game to begin after the music is combat. It's the toughest and someone would be unconscious," "Dead?" He shot me a look. "I am sure you are aware of the difference between those words?" "But you said combat till death?" "Fallacy. Don't believe all you hear. Now that you're working with us, you will know the pros and cons," "I'd love to know now,"

Not through this man. “Yes, I can kill him. If he has a pack, then I also have mine. But I’m not that shallow, Madeline. If I want to kill someone I loathe, I don’t give him an easy death. First, I play with him… then torture him, steal his everything until he got nothing, before pushing him to death. That is the game I want to witness.” “You are ruthless,” I spoke my mind out. “You want to use me as your pawn.”