Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

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.

he asked. "Yes." "And the video?" "Yes." "You didn't respond." "I didn't know what to say." He stepped closer. "The truth would be a good start." "The truth about what?" "About why you're doing this. About what you want." "I don't—" "Don't lie to me, Diego. Not here. Not now." "This whole thing is a game to you. That's all I am." "Is that what you think?" He was in my space now backing me against the wall. "Then let's play."

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Look, her landlord already sold the house, and she has no other place to live. You know how the rent in the city has become outrageous these past few years." She held his arm and acted like a child begging her parent. "I remember that you like the stewed beef steak with radishes, right? How about I'll cook it for you every day? The real Spicy beef, that's 60 dollars per kilogram. It will all be on me."

I say. Kael exhales slowly. “I was afraid you’d say that.” I rise on unsteady legs, leaning briefly against the wall as the room tilts. Kael’s hand steadies me without question. “We broke the Game,” I continue, my voice gaining strength as anger burns through the shock. “But we didn’t dismantle everything it fed.” Kael nods once. “Suffering doesn’t vanish just because the structure that organized it does.” “No,” I say. “It looks for somewhere else to live.”

MATEO I could not believe someone had taken my wife from a room full of mafia kings. The thought kept repeating in my head like a bad dream I could not wake up from. My men searched every road leading away from the gala while my allies used their own criminal networks to hunt for the black SUV. The whole city was on lockdown but it felt like we were chasing ghosts. I stood in the security room watching the footage over and over again. Elara’s unconscious body being dragged away. The masked men moving like they had practiced this a hundred times. Someone had planned this for months. They knew exactly when I would leave her side. They knew the layout of the building. They knew how to disappear

Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.” Fiel was stunned as he heard the announcement. “Game of Fangs and Death… Alpha Pharoah? What kind of place or the world I have been thrown from that oubliette?” he thought hastily. His life has been a total mess since the day that he was accused of raping and k

To be honest, I was not happy about it. "What's the matter?" I asked coldly. "Cyril, Liam has been taken away by some people. They said if we don't pay back the money, they'll cut off his hands." "Who are these people? How could someone like Liam owe anyone money?" She sniffed and wiped her nose. "We got involved in the adult live-streaming industry through chance. We made a lot of money easily at first. Once we had some capital, Liam grew increasingly greedy for more. Eventually, he got into gambling.

What happened next could only be described as a slaughter. Lily's resentment formed into countless blades that instantly pierced Jessica's chest. Cassia's gaze turned Brad to stone, then slowly crushed him to dust. Gideon's warhammer smashed the other players into pulp. The entire thing was over in less than ten seconds. Clean, efficient, and utterly merciless. The live comments, which had just been worried for me, were now screaming. [My God... Is this the power of a top-tier boss?]

I growl. I push the heavy oak door open. The stench hits me first. The thick, copper smell of a slaughterhouse. I step into the small room and my boots slide on something slick. The floor is covered in a dark, sticky lake. Five tiny, black bodies are strewn across the ruined linens. A litter of kittens, completely butchered. The violence of it makes my stomach turn, and I have seen the worst of the pack wars. I go to pull the door shut to spare Nina the sight, but a tiny, wet scratching sound stops my hand.

in all caps, but the cashier has no problem when Calder grabs my hand and pulls me inside. And if the condition of the bathroom is any indication, we're not the first ones to ignore the sign. "Don't touch the walls," I say, shying away from the grungy tile. "Where else are we going to hang this?" He rips open the package for our newly purchased game and pulls out a large, glossy poster of a very tan, very ripped, very naked man. The model is missing his important parts, of course, but it's still a lot to take in.