Scary Games Novels & Stories

“Well, well. That didn’t take long. I was almost hoping you’d fail.” I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Disappointed?” “That depends. What did you come up with?” I sauntered toward him, stopping just a few feet away. “You like games, don’t you, Your Highness?” His smirk deepened. “You’re catching on.” I held up the scarf. “Then let’s play one.” Cassius arched a brow. “Intriguing. What’s the game?” I let the scarf slip through my fingers, watching his gaze track its movement. “It’s simple. You let me blindfold you, and I’ll… entertain you.”

I feel my pants get wet, urine trickles down my legs, and I can hear my heartbeat, so loud, ringing in my ears. Father moves to her, his hands raised, about to strike her with her 'Excellent Entrepreneur of the Year' Award. The award shimmered in the dim light of the room, and I heard my mother's voice quiver for the first time. If she sounds scared, then something is wrong, she never sounds scared. "Liam! He's going to kill me!" she screams and cowers, covering her head in fear. I pull the trigger, hear my mom scream and everything turns black.

It was the complete history of the Vance syndicate's illegal offshore transactions, human trafficking routes, and corporate fraud—scrolling in full view of the city's most powerful billionaires. Panic exploded through the ballroom. Shouts broke out as Victoria Vance stood up, her face turning completely pale as her empire's dirty laundry bled across the screen. Clack. The theater lights violently cut out, plunging the entire grand hall into pitch-black chaos. Screams echoed through the dark. Gunshots rang out from the lower galleries as the Vance mercenaries panicked, firing blindly into the shadows. I didn't blink. I pulled the carbon-fiber blade from my thigh, slipping through the terrifie

He whispers almost to himself, takes the joint, and looks back at the horizon, but the frown and slight smile don't quite leave his face. “Let's play a game,” he says. “What sort of game?” “It's called...” Dorian tilts his head as if he is just about to make something up. “Guess my treasure.” “What's that?” “You have three guesses. I have one treasure. Something I want from you. If you guess correctly, you get to keep it.” “Fine.” “First guess.” He walks closer to her. “My name.” “Nope. I already asked. You already decided to either withhold it or lie. No use. I'll find it eventually. Second guess.”

Just as I wondered if I had somehow ended up in the afterlife, a cold mechanical voice echoed around me. “Welcome, players, to the horror game, Spring Manor. You must escape within twenty-four hours. Failure to complete the mission will result in permanent confinement within the game world. “Number of participants: 10. Difficulty: S-Rank. We wish all players an enjoyable experience.” As soon as the voice faded, the fog slowly thinned before disappearing completely. A massive old-fashioned building appeared before us. Wildflowers grew chaotically around the entrance, each bloom as large as a human hand, its colors unnaturally vivid. Scarlet lamps hung from every floor, while an eerie blue glo

a woman dressed as a nun asked. "That's right. You're dead. Your souls were dragged into this death game." Brad shrugged. "But don't lose hope. If you clear the game, you get to live again." The screaming and shouting stopped. All eyes turned to them, filled with a new sense of hope. "To be resurrected, you need to collect 'Redemption Points.' 9,999 of them, to be exact," Jessica continued. "But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get."

Lady Overseer sneered and tossed the player to the floor. "Oh? Is that so? Then I'll just have to remove the restriction." She looked down at the players. "Care to gamble with me?" Gavin's face was drained of all color. He knew this boss's mechanic. The moment she asked, "Care to gamble with me?", every player present was already locked into the round. Win, and they would live. Lose, and they would die on the spot. So far, not a single person has ever walked out of her gambling game alive.

he asks. "Hide." He looks at Iris in question. "Hide from what?" "Whatever you see. This is Mirabel's game of horrors," Kimora explains. Grayson's eyes widen. They all grin at his expresion. "You guys are making me think a lot right now," Grayson says through clenched teeth. "Don't tell us you are scared," Mirabel says teasingly. "It will be a shame seeing as the savages are coming for you and my friend so if you are scared of a little game, how willl you protect you and Mal?" Kimora asks.

Too intensely. And for one reckless second— Amara forgot herself completely. Forgot Dante. Forgot the agency. Forgot why she came to Sicily at all. Luciano stepped closer slowly. Close enough for her to feel his warmth. Close enough that one more step would become a mistake. Then suddenly— lights exploded outside the mansion. Bright. Blinding. Amara jerked back instantly. Luciano’s entire expression changed. Gone was the flirtatious charm. Gone was the softness. What remained was something colder.

“Because once we start this game, it’s over for you. I’ve never lost a game in my entire life. And you? You’re definitely not going to be the first to change that. You’re weak, pathetic—look at you, shaking like a leaf.” I was already scared, my whole body trembling, but now my fear had grown fangs. It was biting into my chest, making it hard to draw in air. What kind of monster was she? And him? This “game” was no game—it was a death trap. “What game?” I asked softly, my voice barely leaving my throat, cracking on the words. “May we start now?” Naomi said eagerly, bouncing on her toes like she was ready to watch me bleed, her eyes bright with anticipation.