Lomando Game Novels & Stories

he asks as he looks around the table and I feel our meeting agenda slipping away, but I am curious where he is going with this. “What do you have in mind?” Strider asks from the Stormborn pack. Jaden grins, leaning back in his seat. “The luna games, a series of tournaments they compete in and an alpha can claim the luna he wants at the end,” he adds simply as if it’s obvious, but the idea makes me feel a little ill.

Sitting on the bed, I prepare myself for what he knows. "So, there are two things. The Wolf Game is what you have seen where the werewolves fight. It actually has a name. People refer to it as the game, mostly, ‘The Wolf Game’." For it to have a name means this isn't small and simple. "What else did you find out?" "We might not need a test to confirm who you are. I'm getting information on the wolves that are kept there on show. Amazing fact: people pay hundreds to go in and see those wolves!"

A group of cobra snakes on a torch, wooden branches, and rocks to make a fire. "Damn!" exclaimed Leon. This was only the third level in the game, there were still dozens of levels in this game and he didn't want to waste a single life now. There are only three lives. Leon didn't remember any cobras in this game before. Now he doubts what happened in this game is because of a bug.

Lorenzo asked as he sat on the dark red couch, a cigarette in his mouth, resting on the couch as he leaned his head back, he puffed a cigarette and placed his arm on the top of the couch. "You can't be fazed by a face you've seen before. You'd be more addicted." Dominic said, sipping a glass of wine. "You sure she won't recognize us?" Lorenzo replied. "We didn't even tell her our names." Lorenzo could only sigh at Dominic's reply. A chuckle could be heard from the other side of the room, where Leo was playing cards with Kanji. "Ah about cards, how many digits did we get from our last gambling?" Toshiro inquired as he straightened his posture while playing billiards and striking the target wi

Landon stands as he pulls me. "What game? This early?" I chuckle. He nods and his eyes looking certain for this game. "It's also an exercise for you so get your lazy bum up." He tells me. "My bum isn't lazy." I disagreed. He chuckles, "It is. But I love your bum." He winks at me sexily. I playfully smack his arm and he chuckles at me before I ask, "So how do you play this game you want to play?" "It's called Shell Competition." He answers.

Isla watched the interaction from the sand, her expression tightening, but she didn't say a word. The water was cool and refreshing as they waded out to chest-deep. The game began with Liam as the first 'Marco.' He stood in the center, eyes squeezed shut, while the others scattered. "Marco!" Liam shouted, his voice echoing over the waves. "Polo!" the group responded in a chaotic chorus. The game was ruthless. Jackson was surprisingly agile, ducking under the waves every time Liam got close, while Luan and Kristie were shrieking and splashing each other more than they were actually playing.

“Are you sure about that? Lazarus’s club was raided exactly thirty minutes ago… “ Ruby stilled as her eyes shot towards the motel. It was impossible… unless… Putting the call on hold, she rushed into the street, dodging the crowd and honking vehicles as she bounced into the motel. Reaching the receptionist, a big-eyed, pink-haired Bimbo, Ruby fetched her gun from its hidden holster and pressed the cold metal against the dazed girl’s skull. “Please! Don’t shoot for Fucksake..” “What services do you offer the guy who just left?” “What man?” “Tall, black clothes, drives a black Mustang…” “Nothing.” The receptionist quivered as the metal pressed deeper into the side of her head. “I just get paid

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

The roar of the crowd reverberated through the stadium as the Denver Outlaws burst onto the field, their spirits electrified by the anticipation of the impending clash with the formidable Las Vegas Gamblers. Each step they took sent tremors rippling beneath their cleats, fueling the fire within their hearts. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, a primal energy that coursed through the veins of both players and fans alike. Among the sea of thunderous applause, Jeremy caught a glimpse of Lloyd, his 57-year-old friend and owner of the Billings Wolves, making his way towards him. Lloyd's presence was unexpected, but Jeremy welcomed the surprise with a grin as he slowed his pace to greet him.

I reply, reminiscing. “But you never tried a Texan one”. Luca winks at us. “Cowboy style”. “Yi-ha”. Lumi cheers. It warms my heart to see her in such high spirits. As we enter the area with the games and rides, Tom spots a ring toss game and challenges Luca. "Bet I can win a stuffed animal for Meri before you can win one for Lumiøz He says, smirking. "You are on”. Luca replies, grinning. “You do remember my card toss right ? You can still bow out”.