Most Dangerous Game Story Novels & Stories

"I don't like this game." "Why though?" "It's so dangerous." I fell into silence. At first, I thought that Maeve would say that this game wasn't fun, as any child would. But it seems that I have completely forgotten that the monsters lurking in her dad's pack territory have already done a fine job of alerting kids her age to the dangers out there. For a second, I felt so silly, and Carlo's words hit me like a tonne of bricks. She was right. This game is dangerous, yet I am an omega who has never even gotten proper training in my entire life, intending to join.

It would be fun taking down some sheep with a wolf stallion like a prince behind me. "Another traitor to his clan, how many bastards around the Elgara hybrids these days, but it's the end." That clever young man pointed the matter to his friend, and I could feel Jongin's chest behind me getting tougher, declaring his readiness. In the next moment everyone moved from their place, which gave us the signal to start the game, my instinct pushed me quickly towards one of the young men on the side, who was the slowest of them, and I shot him in the neck with my bare hands.

Despite knowing that I would also do the same, it still hurt me that he didn't love me enough. “The letter was sent right after I was shot with that poisonous arrow and after we arrived in Lywolves Pack. do you think the dangerous game had started before the letter was sent to you?” I threw at Kovan and he thought deeply. I searched within myself for answers too and I wonder if we had to rearrange the words or if they had already happened in the same sequence. Danger. Dread. Death. Death was the only one that I and many others would be sure of but then I believed that the remaining two had happened. For death to occur, there must have been the occurrence of danger… anything dangerous that co

A murder. I realized then that I’d been playing a very dangerous game. I’d been flirting with a man who dealt in blood. The "security" wasn't for protection; it was an army. The hockey summits were covers for territory wars. And then the gunshot went off. My heart felt like it hit my stomach. I clutched my ears, my whole frame shaking. For a second, I was sure he’d shot me. I waited for the pain, for the darkness. When I opened my eyes, I saw the hole in the concrete, just inches from my head.

The person had never left, just lured us around to die. That’s it. He was going to personally kill this motherfucker. Xavier grabbed a gun on the ground next to a body torn to pieces. Blood splattered all over the place. He doubt he’d be invited back to this resort again or this side of the world. It would be hard to cover up so many dead. With all the bombs that had detonated, it looked like two massive gangs had declared war. The front doors flung open. Several wounded men stumbled inside. Crossbow bolts whizzed through the air and sliced through most of them. The few men that had missed being shot simply fell to the floor themselves and died from something else, probably smoke exhaustion

she argued. " Yeah, but things mellow down with time, he might forget about me. " I said. " You, really think so? I don't agree with you. He is a dangerous man and he has set his eyes on you. He wants you and it doesn't matter to him even if you have feelings for someone else as you lied to him, he will not let you go. In fact, that would act as a catalyst in the situation. It will be an interesting game for him to play with added spice of jealousy." She said.

ama Arthur stated, stepping to meet the entrance of the cave. "Orion, I need a perimeter. Dickson, come with me. Alex Henry, you are covering. The others, maintain position. If this is an ambush, then let's get ready." Inside the cave, silence had another quality. It was one of heavy, crushing quiet, a silence that swallowed sound. The air grew cold, damp, and was thick with stone and dried blood. In an alcove, slumped against the rock, was a man. He was young, his face white and pinched with pain, and a dark wound oozed slowly from his side. "You're bleeding," Sama Arthur declared, her voice echoing in the cavern. "Let me see the wound." The man looked up, his silver eyes an unexpected shad

"No, I don't. The men I saw were dressed in black. They looked scary. I'm glad I was able to escape. Who knows what would have happened?" "Nothing. Nothing, kk. There will always be a away out." I nod and sniffle. "Now I know why you sounded like that on the phone." She hold my hand. "Oh, Jane. Here I was thinking you enjoyed your date and have been enjoying your relationship since then but you were in so much pain, trouble and difficulty, all because of him." "He just didn't want to let me go. He locked me up and was planning on giving me to those men today. I managed to get rid of him and save myself."

Even with four powerful assassins holding them back, Zen and Damian barely escaped the hundreds of hounds. Looking back while running, Zen noticed how the night hounds would not pass a certain line. They eventually slowed down and stopped. Was there an invisible barrier marking the safe zone? Stopping suddenly, Zen turned back. Damian was startled but realised how Zen was already locked in with his plan. He would not change his mind now that it was made up. “Shoot them for me if I’m wrong,” the gamer told Damian. “I want to test the boundaries of the safe zone.” A safe zone… reminded Zen about his luck in the opening ceremony when he escaped Sasha. It’s funny how the tables were turned, and

I was supposed to hit Hanna! But he was not the one hit. The tall, dark and dangerous looking, Rustov Melgarejo was the one I hit! Everything happened too fast all at once I didn't see him coming. I heard his voice before but I never thought he would stop me that way! He was gripping on the glass hardly, the blood was flowing down to his arm. I could still see the red liquid dripping on the floor. "That is not the right thing to do!" I looked up. My heart pounded at the cold and darkness of his eyes.