Soul Land Game Novels & Stories

Iris actually throws up, realizing Joey and her stepmother are having sex. “I know, disgusting,” The woman holds Iris’s black hair back and rubs Iris’s back. “Why? Why is this happening?” Iris asks again, screaming and choking on tears. “It’s a little complicated. I’ll tell you what I can. You get three chances to make it right. I am sorry to say I agreed to a game with the god of the Sea. He says his creations are stronger than mine. Daria has already been re-born once. If she fails twice more, I win. So, you get to go back,” the lady tells Iris. “You get three chances. If you can’t defeat Daria and Ingrid, then I lose, and you stay dead.”

Sitting on the bed, I prepare myself for what he knows. "So, there are two things. The Wolf Game is what you have seen where the werewolves fight. It actually has a name. People refer to it as the game, mostly, ‘The Wolf Game’." For it to have a name means this isn't small and simple. "What else did you find out?" "We might not need a test to confirm who you are. I'm getting information on the wolves that are kept there on show. Amazing fact: people pay hundreds to go in and see those wolves!"

As Esmeralda and I entered the dormitory, I looked over at Esmeralda, and she seemed just as flustered as I felt. Zara was sitting on her bed, her eyes lighting up when she saw us. “Where have you two been? I was starting to worry!” Esmeralda exchanged a glance with me before answering, “Oh, just… talking.” Zara leaned in closer. “And did you hear the news? The next Lunar Game is tomorrow!” I felt my jaw drop. “Tomorrow?!” Esmeralda looked just as shocked. “Wait, did he tell you this before? Did you know?” I asked turning to Esmeralda.

"Go on will you?" "As I was saying." This time Ten directed all his attention to Luna and Wei who seemed to be the only ones interested. "The name of the game is 'KILL THE SHITTY KILLER MONSTERS.'" "Definitely a shitty game." Emma quipped. "And I agree." Sandra nodded along In confirmation." Ignoring the both of them Ten continued. "The game is pretty simple. Like the name is implies. It's just killing those guys over there who can't come across from over here."

"You lot can't swim, how are you going to—" "We don't need to swim to kill you. We have NIRL technology." He indicated with his finger and thumb. "Tiny liquidation units that will seek out your DNA in the water. Death in seconds. It may resemble a shoal of torpedoed fish that can drill through rock or any earth element to get to your species." Bobby swallowed, and Stralath smiled. "This isn't my first go around. Now… the land walking female fisheri. Where do I find her?"

demon read their name, Zoe was a girl and Leri was a boy. the girl had quite angry nature, and she look frustrated, she is here to win, and the boy got cheerful and happy nature, he want to help her in every way possible, but the girl always seems so far from his reach but he still tries to chase her. this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past.

The voice grew louder, scarier. "The groom is dead!! The groom is dead!!"

Meph asked, determined not to go into any deals with the devil snake without enough information. “Five each. Rarities are from poor, uncommon, rare, epic and legendary, and Soul Qualities from S, A all the way to D,” The snake answers quickly like a fawning sycophant, “Simple, right? We just borrowed it straight from video games. Lower the culture barrier, you know?” Uh huh. “And you can get a legendary soul seal for me, S level, correct?” Meph confirms, ignoring the bullshit. “Glad you asked. No,” The snake mimicked a professional tone that only made himself more annoying. “Soul quality is an inherent property of YOU. Not even God himself can change that for you.”

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”