Student Council Killing Game Novels & Stories

You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME. GOLDEN RULE: ONCE YOU FALL, YOU LOSE. Rules: Exclusive for students of Oxford International School only. Any transferee or an exchange student must sign a contract to avoid ghosting or other problems. Don't kill other participants. You are allowed to harm anyone in the game but killing is a crime. No to inactive and have an absence issue. This is a couple game. Two absents are equal to removing in the game plus a punishment. Can do activities and attendance. Failure to comply means a punishment.

at the duel, she merely raised an eyebrow, as if such things were commonplace in a mafia family. But when I described the tearing pain in my lower back and the chronic rejection symptoms after the "blood donation," her professional calm shattered. "That wasn't a blood transfusion, and it certainly wasn't a genetic rejection," Kate's voice was low and chilled. My hand trembled, and a few drops of coffee spilled. When I mentioned my parents "dying" in the fake explosion to force my suicide, Kate took a deep breath. It was clear that even a seasoned journalist had never encountered parents so depraved.

It was a death list of those who did not survive the massacre last night. There was a low writhing sound as their names appeared on the white midsized board hanging over the bed opposite mine. I could have as easily been on this list. I barely even survived myself. Twenty-three people were dead. How was the Oakblood council okay with this? How was Kingsbury comfortable with any of this? And most importantly, how were the students themselves cool with having to kill each other? The last words on the paper. Rūsīr rigle ao māzigon, se rūsīr rigle shall ao jikagon.

"Once a Council member has been named, nothing can revoke that. Nothing but death. But because it is invalidated, you will have an opportunity to battle for the position." Tony closed his eyes. I was starting to lose some of my confidence. "I decree that Kim Russell and Antoine Mancini will fight to the death for position on the Council," the Elder said. What? I have to fight again? How is that fair? "Kim doesn't have our memories," Tony said. "This fight is one-sided. As her liege I ask to be her second." I gave him a hopeful look. "There will be no seconds in this battle," the Elder said.

“Themed? Or just strange. The last party we went to was so crowded we could barely breathe, and the ventilation was terrible. I’m not trying to go through that again.” Zoey shrugged with a playful smile. “We shouldn’t judge it yet. This one might actually be better. A different dress code could mean a different vibe. Maybe it’ll be worth it.” We were still talking when a ball slammed into my shoulder from behind. Hard. I gasped and froze for a second. Then anger rushed through me. I squeezed the flyer tightly in my fist and whipped around. Henry. The school bully. He stood there with his stupid friends behind him, all of them grinning like idiots.

She took a few steps back. I slowly looked to both girls before flinging my hands. Scissor, paper, paper. That was the outcome. And I was scissors.... "Yes!", I jumped for some reason. "Why so happy? You don't even know the rules", Freya rolled her eyes. The game master stepped forward. "Oakbay academy will do the seeking". I was lost in thought as to whether that was a good or bad thing? There were twenty-nine players left altogether. "The other schools will hide while you'll try to kill them. Only Oakbay is allowed to use weapons"

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

A large number of people staring up at him with the kind of silence that comes right before something terrible. "The game is called Takeout," he mentioned. "The rules are simple. You have ten minutes to kill as many players as possible. For every player you eliminate, you receive five of their lives to carry into future rounds." He tilted his head slightly. "Protect yourself or don't….That is entirely up to you." Nobody moved. "Guards." The doors above the platform opened. Crates dropped from the ceiling on thick cables and hit the floor with a sound like cannon fire, splitting open on impact. Guns, knives, batons, and rope spilled out across the black tile in every direction.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.

If she did, how could she have been with him knowing that? “Finally.” Ledger suddenly muttered, pulling me back to reality. I looked up and Alison and Kylian were taking their seats. Following the rules, Kylian was wearing the headphones and Alison was with the cards. They only had thirty seconds to guess as many phrases as possible. “Are they really that good?” I asked, curious. I'd avoided most parties so I wasn't familiar with their prowess. Ledger grinned. “Deadly. They've never lost this game.” “Doesn't Kylian being the MC give them an advantage?” I asked.