Survival Game の小説・ストーリー

I have to serve this pack for over 12 years to pay back their generosity, but they thought it wasn’t enough, so they are sending me to a death arena named Luna Survival Games. I don’t know much about them, but I have heard about it a lot. It is the deadliest game in the history of werewolves. Where almost 15 to 20 Lunas from different packs take part to fight for the Luna Queen position. They have to pass several rounds of tests to prove their capability, and in the end, only three survivors got the prize. The first one got the Luna Queen position, and the second and third ones got high-power positions in the werewolf council, so they think all the bloodshed i

] [Survival System initializing…] [Apocalypse Countdown: 57 Days. [Would you like to begin?] [YES] [NO] "What is this?" Christy asked. With shaky hands, she clicked Yes. [System successfully bound to Host.] [Known Threats: 17] [Survival Preparation: 8%] [People Saved: 0] [Warning Credibility: 12%]

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

(Bright’s POV) This Hunting Game is brutal. It’s not just a friendly game where you try to run away from their tomato guns just so you don’t get eliminated from the game. This is an actual survival game. It’s about strategy, luck, and sometimes, betrayal. I’ve seen some of them that came in groups, but ended up shooting each other. I don't even know why I'm in this stupid thing, but here I am, running, dodging, and trying not to get caught by whatever insane rules they’ve set up.

He traced a small circle around my eye sockets with the laser. "See how her pupils are blown wide? There's nothing in her expression except thirst. That's raw, unfiltered survival instinct. We've been living in civilization for so long, most of us have forgotten what that even looks like." Raw survival instinct? I was crouched in that corner, drinking filthy water, thinking about nothing except whether drinking a little less might mean a little more for Mom and Dad. Love and sacrifice were all I knew. And to them, that was animal instinct?

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

】 【Luca’s Love Score has reached 100%. 【Mission complete.】 【You may now return to your real world and survive.】

HELENA Sunrays seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. It didn’t feel like morning. It felt like survival continued. I woke slowly, my body stiff in ways that made every breath feel like a reminder of what had happened. For a moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t think. Just lay there, staring at the dim ceiling, trying to remember where I was.

"We're going to play a survival game. Now let's split you into two teams." "Sir," Bee asked. "Is it okay to use hand-to-hand combat in this game?" "It's a survival game. Anything will do as long as the suit deems you alive." "How will we identify the winner, sir?" asked Bee. "You have flags," said the teacher. "Touching the other team's flag is not enough to deem your team the winner. You need to protect the flag for five minutes, giving your opponents enough time to take it back." "Why is that, Sir?" asked someone I don't know.

"This is a survival game. The first round is against the beasts. If we survive, we move to the next." "And the next?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. His jaw clenched. "We fight each other." A cold dread settled in my chest. The rules were simple. Barbaric. Survive the beasts. Fight fellow captives. Be sold to the highest bidder. A twisted form of entertainment for the so-called elite. “I know what you're thinking, but don't worry, I'll protect you.” he assured me. Pierce moved swiftly, his fingers brushing against my face as he smeared dirt and grime over my skin. The rough texture of dried mud mixed with blood coated my cheeks, dulling my features