Novel & Cerita Surviving The Game As A Barbarian Novel Updates

We didn’t have to wait long as the other four advanced, twirling or swinging their weapons. The first clank of metal on metal came from behind me when Ajani blocked an attack. I had no time to look as two of the barbarians leaped towards me, one swinging an ax, the other a sword. I ducked and rolled out of the way of the heavy descending ax, only to meet the swing of a blade and managed to block it.

I even bite off a wolf's dîck, he fell down instantly and died -this is gonna be a long and tiring fight. ★★★★★ After what felt like hours of fighting, I was even starting to get tired, I'm feeling sore all over my body because I have been badly injured. But our eyes were suddenly stabbed by the flash of a very bright light. The barbarian and his remaining few warriors suddenly fell down, I squinted my eyes and looked towards the light. My jaw dropped when I saw Wymond walking towards me, I released a wolfy grin and breathe in relief. *He came*

Before they could even shift, they were thrown back out…bodies hitting the ground below with sickening force. Dead. I turned back to Barry and smirked. “It seems your men have failed. Leave now, and I’ll let you live.” He laughed and sent two more. I saw Bryce sprint toward the castle. His mate was inside. He wouldn’t let her face that alone. “Don’t worry,” Barry taunted. “I have plenty of men to hunt that child.” Then he raised his arms and screamed, “ATTACK!” They shifted mid-charge. So did we. Fur ripped through skin. Bones snapped and reformed. The battlefield erupted in snarls and chaos. The war had begun.

Solace seemed to believe that the only way to motivate us was to keep death constantly in front of our faces, a thing that was always waiting, always hungry, always watching. Maybe she was right. Because as the weeks went on, we stopped being a group of shocked survivors and started being something closer to actual fighters. Not good fighters—we weren't anywhere near Solace's level or even Vex's. But competent enough that I could spar with someone without immediately disarming myself, competent enough that I could actually hit a target with a bow, at least occasionally.

"The game died in the snow, buried under ten feet of ice. Our people starved in their beds. Mothers watched their pups freeze. The pack was dying." The wind whipped across the courtyard, catching the heavy midnight fabric of my skirt and blowing it back, leaving my legs entirely bare. I didn't shiver. The heat radiating off Fenris’s shirtless body was intense, grounding me to the stone beneath my boots. "Alpha Varik and his chosen mate, Lyra, left the keep to hunt," the elder yelled, pointing the iron blade toward the towering, jagged peaks in the distance. "They walked for six days in the blinding blizzard. They found nothing. Lyra, knowing the Alpha needed strength to lead the survivors, o

The magnet storm intensified on the fourth day. Every piece of metal in the city was stuck together. The roads were covered in warped metal blocks. Broken steel bars protruded from the walls of many buildings. Barely anyone spoke in the group chat anymore. Most of the messages were notifications from the system. "Connor Edwards has been eliminated. "Sonya Larkman has been eliminated. "William Green has been eliminated." There were only 25 survivors left in the game. Half of the players had perished.

I’m coming to the field now. The Elders had played a dangerous game behind my back. They were so blinded by the Prophecy that they had invited a monster back into the fold to sharpen their weapon. They called it "breaking her limits"; I called it "finishing the job." My boots echoed like gunshots against the stone floor of the Pack House as I broke into a run.

But it was the last place with survivors still standing. Ara had lived here her whole life. She knew every back alley, every shortcut, every building the zombies had not yet claimed. That knowledge was the only thing keeping her alive most days. Just as they thought they had managed to escape the zombies, a new set of zombies came rushing out from another street with force, running towards them. Once more, they ran. Ara, exhausted, starving, and injured, kept forcing herself forward because Ryan was waiting for her at their hideout. A heavy backpack filled with food, medicine, weapons, and supplies bounces painfully against her back while a fresh zombie bite burns beneath her sleeve. She kno

Sad. Her jaws split open to finish the job. “I said STOP!” A scream tore from my throat as I forced myself forward, through her. It was like tearing skin from bone. It was agonizing, like trying to walk through fire. Then release. The world reeled as the shift slammed back into me. Limbs twisted, shrank, reformed. My knees hit the cold earth first, then my palms. I was naked and bloodied. I looked over my skin, to be sure there was no left over fur.