Survival Game Novels & Stories

"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

said the fat chubby girl to them. “Alright time is up! Everyone of you here have already form their own team, here is your next task, the survival game! Each team have a one items which is Heaven or earth scroll. If your team have one heaven item scroll, your team must need to get the earth items to the other team. Fighting or using any weapons is allowed to this task. We don’t care if you will die in the jungle forest! Not only the other team will be your enemies but also the ferocious animals and deadly venomous insect will be your enemies. we will give you seventy-two hours to finished your task! We will meet up in the highest tower after seventy-two hou

Should they refuse or lie, all supplies are forfeit, and a member of their team will be chosen at random and executed as punishment. — ۩ The game will continue until all representatives have either been eliminated or acquired the necessary supplies. While the game continues, the dare escalating in intensity and danger, until either all supplies have been won or a representative quits. The choice is theirs — reveal their secrets, face their fears, or walk away empty handed. But remember, survival depends on success. The mission waits, as does the next challenge. — ۩ Note for the Players: Remember, this game is your only chance to acquire food and medical aid. Failure means suffering without r

I whispered. Behind me, one by one, the others were pushed out. Different souls like me. They were two hundred and twenty five, now two hundred and twenty six. We stood together in the darkness waiting and watching. Then— A voice different from before came in. “Welcome, Souls…” The darkness seemed to breathe. “Welcome to the survival games.” My heart dropped. And for the first time since this began— I felt something worse than confusion. I felt real fear, because this time… It didn’t feel like something I could escape. It felt like something I had to survive.

"WELCOME, CONTENDERS…TO THIS YEAR'S WILDER GAMES!" The voice is cruelly cheerful. "You thirty criminals have been granted the rarest of mercies. Survive thirty days inside the Killground…and you walk free. Should you be caught by any of our hunting Warlords, you may CHOOSE: surrender your body and become whatever the Warlord chooses…or resist, and be torn apart." Several prisoners whimper. I roll my neck until it pops. "When the gun goes off, you run. Supplies, backpacks, food caches, weapons, are hidden throughout the territory. First come, first serve. Survive…or Surrender. Countdown begins NOW."

We were falling through a tunnel of dark matter. As the darkness consumes the vault, Lyra hears a final, mechanical chime. A screen flickers to life in the void, displaying a world she doesn't recognize a lush, green planet with two moons. A text prompt appears in her mind: "New Game Initialized. Players: 4. Objective: Survival. Warning: The Broker is still among you."

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

One blazing midsummer day, 49 of my colleagues and I are suddenly added to an unfamiliar gaming group chat. A notification window popped up with a message. "Attention, players. This is a survival game set in an apocalyptic world. Players who succeed in surviving for a week will get a share of the 100 million dollar prize pool." The system then dropped a ten-million-dollar gift that anyone could claim, as if it were afraid that we wouldn't believe it. My colleagues, who at first believed that we had somehow gotten ourselves involved in a scam, immediately changed their tune when they got their hands on the money.

I immediately saved the security footage and backed it up in several places, including the clips of the boys threatening me for money. This time, there was a shock. While playing games, Jaxon and Rykel complained about some less-than-honorable things. "What are we going to do with those two good-for-nothings when their faces are ruined?" "Who knows? We can just stay here. We have food, drink, money to spend, and games to play. Isn't that great? I don't want to go back with Mom!" Making money with their two little sisters? I stroked my chin, looking thoughtfully at the security camera footage.

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed