Lost Life Game Novels & Stories

this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past. they can manipulate objects but they can not affect the human body, they can act as a ghost and can influence only non-living objects. Zoe:- so it means if it's my turn then Leri have to wake me up, or I will never going to see you the next day. leri:- why every game is a death game, we just survive the last match. NAMI

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.

Pardon me! So, you should know that you can't be too careless and let yourself get killed. You only have three lifelines. If you die thrice, you are totally dead. Your character will disappear from the novel and your soul will extinguish or get faded out. There's no heaven, hell, or reincarnation for you if you die before finishing your missions.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”

love" when it came to me. I said seriously, "Cynthia. "If you need to go to jail for fifty years, then I'll wait for you and marry you. "If you're sentenced to death... "Then the moment you die, I'll die with you. "In short, if you live, I live. If you die, I die." Cynthia and I looked at each other. We all laughed. We laughed and cried... Miraculously, I tried my best. I found a loophole in the financial allies.

I asked taking it from his hands. " It's not just a watch. If you got injured in the game or died, you all need to press the screen and you will be taken out of the games. Whenever a person gets out of the games, we will be notified about that through this watch. Like I said the crystal will protect you. But if you lost your life more than thrice then you will be dead forever. Mostly it won't happen in the first time but Iam warning you," Issac explained and warned us.

] The room breathed in relief when they heard some of the options didn't pass, they could get into a legal battle that the company might lose, and even if they didn't, their reputation was at stake. [Project Dead Men mode consists in creating a back-up server for the game if the player "Heart of the Abyss" finishes the path weaved by the council for him, consequences are: the destruction of the underworld, the partial destruction of the beginner planets and there will no "afterlife" anymore, meaning, reincarnation and resurrection will be impossible] [The back-up server will replace the first server, players will get an opportunity to transfer their accounts to the back-up server for a limit

ultimate search: live or die" he stated and I gasped. A horror movie? I questioned and he laughed. "Kind of.. More of teenagers losing their way in the jungle and had to undergo different stages of life just to survive." He added and I was a bit relaxed. "Don't worry; you're going to love every bit of it." He said and winked at me. "Uhmm..Daisy!" He called my attention and I turned to face him.

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