Shiro From No Game No Life Novels & Stories

“Then let me start by introducing to you my original creation, my pride, and love. The world where everything originated and patterns into. The Shinzo Dimension.” Laying the world and the original ones who own the soul and the shard of their existence. HE snaps his finger as a mirror appears in a puzzle-like way in front of him. “Now, now, now. Who can you see?” Asking the question in a cunning tone and hidden facts from within. HIS smile draws into a sinister way as he looks at his reflection, yet not by which he knows who. “Death and rebirth.” With HIS tone that marks its seriousness and the start of the play that went into a game, HE is now playing against the God that does not even know

📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate Diana Marchand knows that her father wanted her to be the next Luna by arranging a marriage to future Alpha. But it all went down the drain when the Alpha found his true mate. Now a free woman to make her own choices, she dis not count for a man with green eyes and black hair to stumble her way instead.

I thought back to that tiny detail from the fifth loop. No. 99 had said, "There's no winner in this game. The only way for you to live is to kill me, but then you become the next me." That was a paradox. Killing him meant losing, because I would become the next hunter. But not killing him also meant losing. So, what if this "room"—or rather, this "game arena"—was fake to begin with? I remembered the fifth loop. I never saw the changes in the numbers on the elevator. He just appeared from the elevator after a Ding, like an NPC spawning in an online game.

“Come out, come out, wherever you’re hiding, you flaming-haired freak!” Another bang. “You know what time it is!” another girl chimed in, high-pitched and nasal. “Time for everyone’s favourite game—let’s humiliate the charity case!” “Get out before we come to get you, bitch!” the first snapped, now low and cruel. Sierra didn’t move. Not yet. Not until her hands stopped shaking. The shadows might be quiet… but they remembered. The pounding stopped. So did the voices. Sierra sat motionless for another five minutes, counting the thump of her heartbeat and the seconds between shadow whispers. Twenty-three. Twenty-four…

“Stop talking in riddles!” The woman reached up and gently pressed two fingers to my forehead before I could think. I gasped. A flood of images slammed into my mind. A towering man in furs—an Alpha—stood in a circle of robed figures, his eyes wild. Blood. A basin full of it. A child screaming. A sigil, burned into flesh, pulsing like a heartbeat. A betrayal. A blade. The mark again. Branded. Glowing. Pain bloomed behind Naomi’s eyes. She dropped to her knees. “It hurts… it hurts… make it stop…”

I spun around and threw a shokuren (ninja star) at him. *Puuok* a bullseye, right on the forehead. “Now these pests have been taken care of, let's go see our prey.” I said as I leisurely strolled towards the detention room. As I got there, I could sense more than one lifeforce, and I could also smell gunpowder, lots of it, and fear. I smiled, it seems not all the pests have been taken care of. I took out three shokuren, held it on my left hand, while my katana on the right hand. I smashed the door down and threw the three shokuren forward while I did a cartwheel to dodge the bullet rain. The shokuren struck a cop on the forehead, another cop got one on the neck and the other shokuren struck

Zilo said, his brow furrowing. "I spent three days in the Shattered Realm, Zilo. I ate the mist. I drank the reflections. Sofia pulled me out by merging our souls through that glass," Nomo said, his voice turning eerily calm. He pulled a medical shunt from Zilo’s bag—a jagged, improvised needle used for emergency field transfusions. "When she pulled me through, she didn't just take my hand. She left a part of herself in me. I can feel it. It’s a hum. A small, blue spark right in the center of my chest."

Kronos nudges his glasses. “Kuroyuki Shiroha sent me flying out to the sea.” Blaze said proudly. “Kuroyuki knocked me out from behind,” Persia said with a depressed look. “I was pinned on the ground with five spears stabbed on my body,” Sherry uttered emotionlessly. Sherry’s treatment was rather rough... Is it because she’s a vampire…? “What about the strategy she gave you?” I asked. “…That was the fight after she gave the strategy,” Persia replied depressingly.

Water flows nonstop and about to reach their neck. Zitrey immediately looked around, searching for a thing that can break the glass. But she can’t find anything useful. The entire house was empty. Zitrey tried to hit the glass with her own punch, but it didn’t break. It was made with a mineral that can’t be broken easily. She strongly slammed the glass, “Idiot, wake up, wake up!” trying to wake up Nathan. But, she didn’t receive any response. She tried the same thing towards Nikka and Yui, but she has the same result. “D*mn!” Nimble Shadow played her. This is-- his GAME!

Shit. I tried to calm myself as Drake got out and walked over to me. He yanks my door open and grabs me. He is leading me to the edge of the forest. “You need to run, shift” he orders. My only response was to shake my head no. Drake is getting angry now and orders me again. This time I managed to speak,”I can’t, I don’t show my wolf.” Drake laughs and lets a little of his alpha power roll over me. This time I don’t fight it, it soothes me and Lila begins to rumble happily. I have to find another way to calm down or I could go relief another way. I reach down and feel Drake’s hardness through his pants. He sucks in a breath and grabs my hand away. I see the gold replace the brown in his eyes