Survival Game Novels & Stories

“Let’s play a game, it will be fun.’ This particular text caught me off guard. My finger froze on the screen. If it was before now or any other normal day I wouldn’t read meaning into it. My brain starts reverberating the buzzes about a certain online game that’s now on trends. The game is said to be very horrible and deadly. It's claiming the lives of many people in numbers yet people are still engaging in the game. But the mysterious part of it is that there’s no record of reductions of people, I mean with the vast majority of people playing this so-called game. There should have been such news. Which only means it’s all false. The game might be real but those rumors following it are simpl

Their eyes didn’t even blink due to excitement. “Once the timer we set goes off, the official game starts and they have to play the game if they want to survive.” Hisoka giggled when he remembered the game that he played with Shadow a lot during their free time. Most of the enemies died during the game or completely exploded inside their own base. Often, people weren’t aware of their existence, hence, the mastermind remained mysterious. “Oh, that’s so random.” “I have no thought of it.” Malikul and Aidan both considered it.

“What the hell is this place?” Before he could answer, we were interrupted by a loud static from an overhead speaker. “Welcome to THE Survival Game!” a distorted voice announced. “Congratulations, you are all dead! But because hell is currently in recycle mode due to the greenhouse effect, you’re being sent to dead worlds as entertainment!” I blinked. “I’m sorry, what?” The voice kept going: “Please provide the fanciest death you can. Or fanciest kills if you have what it takes to be a predator. The audience loves those.”

《SECOND CHANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATED》 Survive the Trial. Find the True Lifeline. Failure = permanent erasure. My heart thudded so hard it hurt. “Who… who are you?” The voice continued calmly. 《RULES TO JOIN THE SURVIVAL GAMES》 Rule1: The road ahead is endless. Do not leave the truck no matter what. Rule 2: If you see yourself again do not look twice. Rule 3: If the lights go out, pray they come back. If they don’t come after 3 seconds… close your eyes and count to 10.

They say that noobies or children sleep at this hour so the pros are taking advantage. A notification popped up on my screen. WaveringSoul: Hey, let's go to battle. Just for fun. I was about to type my reply when he already sent an invite, LOL. He's so manipulative. The game started and I'm really lucky to have a lot of loot when we landed at our destination. The goal is to kill other players until me and WaveringSoul will be the only who lasts. It's a survival game anyway. When another player knocked down my teammate, I had to heal and shoot the player that knocked him down. I admit that WaveringSoul is a nice teammate as his skills in using sniper and rifle

He looked scared, and I'd never seen Damien Cross scared of anything. Good. Let him be scared for once. A giant screen flickered to life above us, showing our faces in small boxes like a video game character selection screen. Next to each face was a number. The number and faces kept increasing till it reached 4000. Mine said "Player 7." Damien was "Player 13." We were a diverse group of 4,000 people in the middle of nowhere. "Welcome to THE SURVIVAL GAME! You are four thousand strong! Well, for now anyway." the cheerful robotic voice came again.

Gun in hand. "Here's the game. I'm going to shoot one survivor every minute until you reach me. But the factory is rigged with traps. Pressure plates. Tripwires. Automated defenses. You'll have to fight your way up. Use your training. Your programming. Become the weapon to save them." "This is insane." "This is proof. If you fight through like a weapon, you prove me right. If you refuse and they die, you prove you were never really human. Either way, I win."

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

That meant killing him was not the real condition to win this game. In a flash, I realized there was a crucial detail I'd overlooked—a fatal loophole in the game rules. If I died, I would enter the next loop. If I stayed alive, No. 99 would keep hunting me down until I was dead. Even if I managed to shake him off for a while, he would eventually catch up with me once I ran out of strength. There had to be some kind of hidden "survival time" mechanic in this game. Otherwise, it would be impossible to beat.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of a massive Victorian manor. "Welcome to Hollow Creek Manor." A cold, mechanical voice boomed from the sky. "Welcome, players, to the S-class survival game: Hollow Creek Manor. The rules are as follows: Survive for 10 days. Keep your Anxiety Level below 100. If it reaches 100, your soul will be obliterated. At the end of the game, the lower your Anxiety Level, the greater your reward." I froze. A game? I looked around and saw a few other people standing nearby.