Survival Game Novels & Stories

"Help! Where am I? I want to go home!" I heard a woman screaming. As I crawled up from the ground, the system announcement sounded from the speakers. "Welcome, honored players. Congratulations on being selected to join the Death Game. This instance, named 'Deserted Island Amusement Park,' is rated nine stars in difficulty. Players, do your best to stay alive." As the sound of the announcement faded, the phones of the more than 20 people present lit up simultaneously, mine included.

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.

she tried to gasp, but it came out as a silent plea. "Hate me later," Jaxson growled. He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "Right now, you’re the only thing keeping me in this game, and I don't plan on losing." He reached up, grabbing the single oxygen respirator that had dropped from the ceiling. It was a cruel design—a narrow, translucent mask with only enough space for one mouth. Unless they shared it. Unless their lips were practically fused. The "Survival Game" rules flashed in her mind. Rule 1: A romance line is required. This wasn’t romance. This was a hostage situation orchestrated by the universe.

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

It’s hard to hear, but I can’t do anything but understand everything, even if it’s hurting me. “He also helps us to improve our skills and to follow the path that our parents chose,” Ciara let out a low chuckle. “We are trained to defend ourselves since the game is not yet done. We are still here, alive. If we get executed or we execute all of them, there’s a chance that the game will end.” “So it depends on our life?” I asked. “Yes,” she answered. I didn’t know that it was a survival game. It’s a life and death game and we haven’t found the culprit, but I know that they are doing their best.

】 【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.