Player 380 Death Novels & Stories

"What a coincidence. We meet again." I stared at her, and something clicked. The car crash. Their car. My "death." It was all too perfect. "Hey, newbies. Need a rundown?" A guy with a seasoned look walked over. "Name's Marcus. A-class player." "Wait." I held up a hand. "Let me get this straight. Are we dead?" Marcus nodded. "Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game."

Kael tapped the screen, and the headline lit up instantly, bold and chilling: **"MYSTERIOUS DEATHS CONTINUE AMID ICE CIRCUIT: THIRD PLAYER FOUND DEAD OUTSIDE ARENA" I took a step closer, reading over his shoulder. The article described how, over the last four days, three players from different teams had been found dead in almoo similar conditions, no visible wounds, just collapsed in alleyways or locker rooms. And all within hours of finishing a game or training session.

"We can't freely change our teammates once the teams have been formed. Unless… All your teammates are already gone?" Frank didn't reply. "Forget it. Let's do our best to survive the next three days," I added. I could see Frank typing for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Will you team up with me if all my teammates are gone?" I didn't reply and quietly watched the screen. Ten minutes later, the group chat was flooded with notifications, informing the remaining survivors that several players had died. All of Frank's teammates had been eliminated. Frank immediately sent a request to team up with me. "I've done it! They're all dead. Hurry and accept my request!"

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

She ran along the perimeter of the board looking for a way out and didn’t find anything, not even where she had come from. A pawn beckoned to her. He told her she had to see the game through before she could leave. Meredith sighed. “And how long will the game last?” She asked. “Until Death…” She heard the pawn say in Brayden’s voice. She blinked and a tear escaped the corner of her eye caressing her face as it traveled down. Meredith wiped it away, blinked, and when her eyes opened suddenly she was awake.

The voice accompanies my vision as clear as the midday sun: where I can witness Cassian's death at the hands of a black-haired Alpha. "Impossible! Cassian dead? By that Alpha? But who is he? Who could make an Alpha as powerful as Cassian die so easily!?" This is the first time I desperately want to disbelieve my own foresight. In my future vision, Cassian's fate if I don't leave this room is vividly carved out. He will die. At the hands of a black-haired Alpha with such immense power. The Alpha's eyes are as red as blood. His face smiles in front of Cassian's bloodied body. His laughter is as fierce as a storm, his demeanor repulsive in my eyes.

Stupid shoes for a death game, but I didn't dare stop to take them off. "RED LIGHT." The doll's head whipped around so fast it made a cracking sound. I froze mid-step, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I could see the doll's face now. Empty black holes where her eyes should be. A smile painted in blood red. She was looking at us, scanning back and forth. Don't move. Don't even breathe. "Player 4 eliminated." I heard a sound like a gunshot, then a thump. From the corner of my eye, I saw a young guy fall to the ground. There was a perfect hole in his forehead, smoking slightly.

"Are you sure you don't wanna play with him?" I looked at Leo, and then at Lade and for some reason, I felt pity for him even if he was just as horrible a person as Leo was. "Just kill him," I wanted him to get it over with. I looked up and saw Leo's gun at Lade's fallen face. Just one bullet to the head and I watched Lade fall on his face. He was dead. Just like that. He was actually dead. He fell at Leo's feet. Leo spat on his dead body before putting his shade back on and looking my way.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

God of the fight, ‘…” Light, ‘…. Asher, “…” Jason’s POV: I looked at the computer screen and screamed, “Third master, look, this is simply a miracle. Look, after all our team members died, Lucifer played the auxiliary character and killed the world Boss Phantom by himself. He is awesome.” Rican looked at the male character on the computer. He stood in the wind with his clothes fluttering and at his feet lay the crops of the Boss and the four players. His lips curved slightly. “She is as tough as in the game as she is the reality.”