Slaughterhouse Games Novels & Stories

If any of them think I'll go down easy… they've got another thing coming. When we crest the next hill, I see it. The Killground Holding Center sprawls below in a muddy clearing surrounded by sharpened pikes. Smoke curls from watchtowers. Cages rattle in neat rows full of doomed souls. Men in iron masks patrol the gates with spears longer than I am tall. Savage surrender, they call the Games. As if a girl like me would ever surrender. I bare my teeth one last time, pressing my forehead to the bars as we roll toward the gaping maw of the holding center.

Slaughterhouse said as she floated above us . But as Slaughterhouse continued to gloat , Warzone ran under her and generated a four-missle rocket cannon that was pulsing with orange and black swirling energy. The missles all spreaded out around Slaughterhouse , swirling around her and distracting her from our line of site. " This is a sad way to distract me ! " Slaughterhouse said as she opened her arms . She then folded her arms into her body to emit another toxic force field . But when the missles made conatact with her force field , it disintigrated a large portion of the force field.

Casper Sullivan untied his tie as soon as he entered his hotel suite. The desk with his laptop and briefcase beckoned, but he didn't want to go to work for once. He was too engrossed with Anika Hart's ideas. Anika Hart is stunning, attractive, and astute.

I had been gone only a few days, and they were already looking for a replacement to make burritos. So be it. I was a player, and they were ghosts. We were never meant to be on the same side. The kitchen was filled with danger—every creature crawling out was at least S-level. The players used a pile of items just to barely make one burrito. Some players remembered that ghosts didn’t eat human food and stuffed fingers, teeth, and other strange things into theirs. I walked into the kitchen, trembling, only to discover that the previously blood-soaked kitchen had instantly become spotless.

"Don't worry, Tom. I won't let anyone who bullies you get away with it." However, when she turned her gaze back toward me, it was like she was looking at a piece of dead meat. "Lock him in the basement. Let him think over what he’s done." A crowd of people dragged me away like a tattered rag, throwing me into the basement and leaving a long smear of blood across the floor. The dust rushed into my face, making it hard to breathe. I clutched my stomach from years of severe malnutrition, which had triggered acute gastric issues, and the twisting pain was unbearable.

My mistress replied pulling the trigger I was speechless for the moment then I finally regain my voice "You can kill me for all I care..The one you have done is worse than death😡😭.. As I tried walking out of the house..She shot the gun To my Greatest surprise Selena ran to cover me making the bullet pierce into her flesh She staggered then fell to the floor Blood gushed out freely..... Laura ran out of the house leaving her luggage bag.. Philip descended two thunderous slaps on Montana cheeks

After saying that, Fane said in exasperation, "I feel like that hero who created the Whirling World is pretty bad at naming. Can't he name things a bit better?" Rudy was in no mood to care about that. He was incredibly excited when he heard that a lot would die. He pulled at Fane and asked, "Quickly tell me the rules–I'm so curious." Fane nodded, simply explaining the rules. The slaughter game was different from the slaughter gambit. The slaughter gambit needed ten participants, but the slaughter game needed two hundred and twenty. After two hundred and twenty participants registered, the slaughter game would start. All of the participants would start killing each other, and the game would s

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

He asked and the men responded with a yes. "Good, let's play a game with him," Santiago took a gun and pointed it at Mathew, "It's nothing personal Police investigator Mathew Valenzuela, you were just caught in the web of two mafias, don't hold a grudge against me, okay?" He shot him in the forehead after saying those words. "You know what to do with his body," Santiago said and left the room, he took his kerchief and cleaned the blood on his hand, went to the spare room and took a new set of clothes and wore them before heading out.

Indecent Advances Leah locked the sliding door behind her. She proceeded to walk to the laundry room at the end of the hall and left the plastic laundry hamper on the counter. After that, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The underlying scent of marinated pork greeted her. Sitting there, spread out on the marbled kitchen counter, were aluminum trays of skewered pork and poultry liver and innards. The meat lay sprawled, ready for a bbq to celebrate a new book and magazine issue launch. Paul had her do it since he was hosting the barbeque. Leah put her back into preparing, so her attention was entirely on them when the kids got home.