Novel Game Novels & Stories

A new game. * * * Who do you think is the one starting this game this time? And who are the players involved?

She frowned slightly and wondered if she should keep more of a distance from Aiden after they returned. While she was considering this, she saw Night approaching Aiden. “Mr. Lewis, I have something to tell you.” “What is it?” Aiden looked at him curiously. Even Amy turned her attention to them. Unexpectedly, Night handed his phone to Aiden. “Your company developed this game, right? I noticed that it lags slightly at a certain part, which affects the gaming experience. When the skills aren’t released on time, the monsters are able to kill the character.”

We've only just began. This story can end in a thousand ways possible. In this so called game, there can only be one winner. Welcome to the final level. Players, on your marks! Get set... go! ⚘ end ⊹ of ⊹ season 1 ·································································································································· NOVEMBER 2022

Jack would do anything to protect his son, which was why Dianna moving into their apartment building had been such a big drama. “But won’t Carter want you to do a review of it for the blog?” Riley asked. Jack was certain that was exactly what Carter would want. If Jack was honest with himself, it was what he wanted to. The newest release from Black Sheep was rumored to be their best game yet. Security around the game had been tight, and there hadn’t even been a hint of a leak. It all just added to the hype. All the entire gaming community knew so far was that it was an open-world adventure game in the vein of The and Nintendo’s breakout hit The Legend of Jack was desperate to get his hands o

Louis and Michael were already present, arguing. “Man, I don’t know. We’ve been dewn’ this a long ass time. Why change now?” “What’s the matter?” Jon asked. Michael seemed triumphant, smirking at some hidden knowledge, “I’ve got a new game for us.” He held up a black box. Embossed in white letters on it was the name Dark Dungeons. A wicked gleam rolled through his eyes. “This is something else.”

For some like me, I just wanted to know what was going on around here. “Hello, newcomers,” Rad greeted with a high voice. “Welcome, welcome to the two thousand and eighteen years of Game of Heavens and Earth.” Two thousand and eighteen years! Like the current year? Was that how long this Game had been? The crowd went silent for a while before erupting into an uproar. Rad coaxed us to calm down so he could explain.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

Her voice was gone. Only the shard of broken glass on the floor still faintly shimmered where she had been. From the crowd, someone whispered, “Maybe this is some trick by the professor…” No one responded. Because a question had begun to rise inside everyone — If this is a game… then how does it end? Suddenly, a laugh echoed from the back row. Rishabh. Always smiling. Always the one who made fun of everything. He stood up and said casually, “Why are you all so scared? Come on, yaar. This is just a psychological game.

My reflection stares back—a girl who looks like she should be crying over a broken heart, not planning how to dismantle a goddamn death game from the inside out. Perfect Clear. Two of them. The System had to make a spectacle of it. A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Should’ve seen that coming. Nothing’s ever quiet with you, is it?” I’m talking to the empty room, to the unseen architecture of the Game. It doesn’t answer. It just watches. My new phone glows on the coffee table. Sleek, transparent, cold to the touch. The Game’s welcome gift for surviving your first Instance. Your leash and your lifeline, all in one. It buzzed once already.

Winthrop—the new substitute teacher. It was all jokes and banter from there on. ♧♧♧ A couple of hours later, the sun had shifted higher, heat pressing down heavier on our shoulders. We had decided to play some beach volleyball. We split into two teams—boys versus girls, with Declan being dramatically claimed by the girls because, according to Ellie, he had “traitor energy.” Whatever the hell the meant. The game was messy and fun and dramatic—you know, obviously, because the girls were involved.