Shiro From No Game No Life Novels & Stories

“You made him dead.” Nero’s mouth quirked. “Yes. I did, right?” he beamed with pride. “So I did. And yet his shadow keeps an appointment. I wish he had a grave that I could pluck his bones from and feed it to the dogs.” Nico’s gaze narrowed on the single chess then trailed back to the screen. “Shadows don’t cut power to locks. Neither do they send packages,” he said slowly. “People do.”

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

She manages to reach up, her hand shaking as she caresses his cheek. "Kenziel..." She croaks, her voice barely more than a whisper. Liana's grip on Kenziel's cheek weakens, her hand falling back to the floor. "I...I'm sorry." She whispers, her voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry, my love." Kenziel shakes his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Don't..." He pleads, his voice breaking. "Don't leave me, Liana. Please don't leave me." Liana's eyes close, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. She takes one last, shuddering breath, and then her body went still.

“Sebastian, say something.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. My brain had stopped working. "Hey, I'm Naomi." The girl stepped forward, tugging a braid behind her ear as she introduced herself. I didn't miss the way Zaire’s eyes drifted down her thick body. He licked his lips slowly, giving her those eyes that guys gave girls when they liked what they saw. "I'm Zaire." he smiled, flashing her with those grillz in his mouth as he shook her hand for a second too long.

They love me as if I’m their own. When I was younger, Ishir used to find me when I’d go hide and cry alone. He would walk up to me in his tiger form, wrap himself around me, and begin purring until I calmed down and fell asleep. Zephyr is much the same. She’s one of the most kind and gentle women I’ve ever met. I know she suffered, we all know what happened to her when Cal was in the laboratory, and then when she realized that Iniko was alive. When you live like we do, you don’t have any secrets. Well, unless you’re Iniko. He seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what his life was like before he was reborn.

“I see. Well then, off you go. May we cross paths again.” Matthew smiled. “Yup!” Shiro looked at Megat one last time, confirming the green light from him. And with his voice, “[Greater Teleportation]!” he sent the Hunters away. After the Hunters were gone, Shiro deconstructed the magic circle. He stretched his arms and made a crack in his elbow. He noticed Megat was spacing out even though his face was concealed by his mask. “Megat, are you good?” He asked. Megat flinched as he snapped back to reality. He shook his head and answered. “Yeah, yeah, just... Matthew huh…”

“Holler if you need assistance.” Lucas snorted at this but didn’t dignify with an answer as he headed his own into the cells. The cacophony of yelling, swearing and angry complaints slammed into them the moment doors opened. Every syllable bounced off the wall aggressively, slicing through the air over and over. It was like walking into a dog pound. The silence was crushed into the dirt and the walls vibrated with every explosion of noise. Some of the men locked away began banging against the doors holding them in but their efforts were futile. The doors had been designed with shifters in mind and it would take a lot more than these pathetic excuses for shifters to take the doors down.

“None of the players came back alive.” Fiel stopped from walking and looked at the kind warrior with a question in his eyes. He was stunned by his answer. “What do you mean?” he asked not wanting to walk further. “It is the hardest part. You’ve got to gather all your strengths, and skills and if you have any hidden power, use it to survive this last game.” The Kind warrior then held his arm again and motioned to him to continue walking. As they entered the arena, there was complete silence. Until the announcer’s loud voice was heard. “Ladies and gentlemen, today is the final round of the game! The most crucial one for our lone-standing player. Could he come out alive after the game?!”

Mateo and I’s first task is to get to the server and tap Nico in to have eyes inside. We are walking in blind inside the building. Although we pulled out the blueprint of the shipyard from twenty years ago, it did little to our advantage. The stairwell towards the main electricity supply is not there. Only three rickety metal steps remained and would serve a better purpose in a junkyard. “Clear!” “Clear!” “Clear!” Those words rumbled one after another, announcing that no more enemy was standing. “Nico…” I was panting as if I just ran a marathon instead of searching for a stairwell that doesn’t fucking exist.

Shirley sat at the other side of the apartment, silently and attentively watching the horrific scene. She’d been completely lost in thought for several minutes that she didn’t realize that all her colleagues had cleared the room. The strong vibration from her ringing phone made her snap right out of it. She took a hesitant look around the room and then realized shortly after that she was alone. She chuckled. Shirley: Hey! Thanks for bringing me back. Everyone else left without notice. Ackermann: Wait… Huh? Shirley: Oh, never mind. What’s up? Ackermann: Well, I just woke up and, heard the news… He really killed a baby…? Shirley: Hmph… We need to put an end to this. I want to say “before this