Student Council Killing Game Novels & Stories

Sooner or later, everyone would realise she was the one who had brought the terror of the Council to the school. “Councillors Luca, Dalca and Lupei will be our guests in training while they are here,” Coach Henderson continued. “In preparation for the end of the semester evaluations, today’s matches will have the same rules. That means no holds barred. No mercy. Strike to incapacitate as quickly as—” “Strike to kill,” the Alpha wolf cut in. She sucked in a breath. What was the meaning of this? This was a school. They were training for the future. They couldn’t just kill students for the fun of it.

I and a few of the girls stopped and gawked as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his slutty forearms. Focus, Summer. “Me too, but I’m sure Rahul will take care of him,” he replied, frowning at my chest and walking over to me to tighten the straps for the sensors. “You ready?” I nodded, too tongue-tied by his exposed arms to think about anything else. We made our way to the hallway and got divided into two teams. I was with Rahul, and Damon was on our enemy team. The game was simple. At the end of the round, whichever team has the most kills wins.

"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."

I met the soldiers head-on, wielding my weapons, like a dance I slashed through one after another, watching as my Knights fought beside me. “Seven!” Mike called out. Followed by Kellen, “Nine!” I hear Hunji next “Eleven.” Then Rhett, “Eight.” “Make that nineteen!” Mike yells and I realize they are playing our old game, who could kill more of the enemy. “Do you want my count?” I ask cutting down another and another. “No,” They all reply at once. My wrists rotate, swinging the blades, catching another in the neck, one in the stomach.

the masked man concluded. The lights on the bus flickered on and off. The dark front screen lit again with the same red font as the voice echoed: [Approaching the next stop. All players, get ready.] “Does that mean all of you are dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could not process or believe any of this. Death means the end. That was how we grew up believing death was. The masked man nodded. “You’re all dead! You’re lucky to be invited to the survival game and have the opportunity to win a second chance at life.

"Uh? Munk? I don't remember who I am exactly but no way would I be a munk." "You should investigate—no, there's no need in fact, you're really a dumb munk." I looked away from him while he muttered in disagreement with me. He really has trouble with conversation, making it sound like I was going to kill others with my hands, whereas I would only be offering them the opportunity; it was up to whoever to take on the opportunity. It was none of my business what Killian ended up doing to them. The drive was smooth and quiet, and finally, we were at the front of the college.

The next day, Hayley drove out to the first defensive line early in the morning. By the time she arrived, more than 400 students from the Haylight League school were already assembled. Every student wore the League's standard polymer combat suit, fully sealed from head to toe. Today's final exam had only one subject: kill zombies. Students were allowed to use firearms, blades, or any approved weapon. Every confirmed kill counted toward their score. Of course, Milo had prepared the testing grounds at dawn.

It was the truth. The reason I participated in this stupid challenge was to stop the bullying. I had wanted to protect one student but ended up killing so many people in the process. If I hadn’t accepted the RDC, if I had walked away from the game earlier, especially after realizing that living beings were being used as targets, this wouldn’t have happened. Their blood was on my hands. “The game for the final round will be announced at 3pm in the school auditorium,” the school head’s voice boomed over the loudspeakers.

None could ever go against them and no one ever turned them down except my little brother. The school ended, we were going home but then in front of the soccer field we saw a bunch of 20 students blocking our path and it was all the members of the student council even including the president of the council. They said that if someone stood against the president then they are as good as dead. It looked like a show was about to start. A lot of student was there to watch the council beat up Madarashi, even the teachers were just watching. They were a wuss to say something against the council.

He goes strangely still too, so much so that I can hear both our laboured breathing. So it’s true. The Omega Games will take place soon. The principal goes on to list the names of past victors and how they glorified our school and pack. Please don’t call my name. I don’t want to die. Please don’t call my name, please don’t call my name. “We have Larry Hammock. Let us give a big round of applause to Larry!” Larry Hammock, the tall thin and pale guy from History class. He lent me a pencil once.