The Death Match Novels & Stories

In the third year of my disappearance, Xavier Gardner has transformed into a powerful capitalistic mogul whose influence runs deep in the finance industry. At the celebratory party, he goes down on one knee and proposes to his first love, Nancy Lowe. "Back when my company was on the verge of bankruptcy, you were the one who sold all of your properties and assets just to help me tide over the crisis. Today, I want you to become the happiest woman in the world. Will you marry me, Nancy?" Amid everyone's blessings, Nancy puts on the ring while feeling extremely touched. "Mr. Gardner, it was said that your ex-wife, Victoria Zahn, had stolen all of your funds and fled with her sugar daddy whe

The news hit Mom hard, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant. Her fingers trembled against the doorknob. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Only after a long moment did she snap back to reality. Her eyes were bloodshot as she rasped hoarsely, “What did you just say? Who’s dead? Daisy? No, that’s impossible… That girl is tough. There’s no way she’d die!” The police fell silent for a moment, looking at her with sympathy.

I will win against them out and eliminate them all. Since it's a life or death fight, let's see who's going to win at the end.

Her voice wavered more and more as she spoke, because Lilith was watching her with thinly veiled contempt. Without a word, Lilith turned on Jasmine's phone and projected the chat history onto the screen for everyone to see. "Some truths must be seen clearly. Jasmine must not die in vain." "What do you mean? Jasmine's death wasn't just organ failure?" Cold sweat formed on Emma's forehead. The screen began scrolling through messages between Emma and Jasmine. [Jasmine, you lost. Your husband and child are mine now.] [Don't think you can disappear and I'll be powerless. I'll take everything from you. Even your treatment spot. I just sweet-talked them a bit and they gave it to me. Just die alread

Finally, Emmett spoke, his voice tight, "India, run. I’ll hold them off." I shook my head gently. "There are cameras everywhere outside. I can’t get away." My parents’ eyes reddened instantly. I took a deep breath, my expression turning serious. "Mom, Dad, Emmett, there’s something I need to tell you. There’s not much time. I’ll keep it short." They exchanged glances but didn’t interrupt. I clenched my hands and glanced at the dark night outside, at the bloodstains on the wall. Then I spoke, "I’ve already died four times. This is my fifth loop."

Everyone in the stadium was screaming and rooting for me to land the final blow. "Kill her!" "Kill her!" "Kill her!" The same phrase is being chanted by everyone. They expect me to be the one to execute Lilith. These people are not concerned about who wins or loses. They were all looking for slaughter for their enjoyment. They are paying to have people killed during the game. "Kill her, Angel of Death. You will not get the information your master requires if you do not give the audience their demand," Augustus reminded me. "This is a death match, and to win, you must kill your opponent!" he exclaimed.

"Because I won’t take it easy on you." The crowd erupts into cheers, chanting Anna’s name, their excitement vibrating through the air. Bets are being placed—everyone expects Anna to win. To them, I’m just a human, a nobody. Delilah steps forward, raising her voice over the crowd. "This is a fight-to-the-death match!" The moment she says it, Anna lunges.

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

His golden orbs met mine as he slightly nodded, acknowledging and reminding me of the simple mission he bestowed upon us. I surveyed other participants in the annual game. Judging their body built, I could say who were the contestants who deserve to gain my attention since they possess the energy and power I was familiar with. Today marked the twenty-seventh death race between packs. It was not a simple race. It was bloody, and most of the time, participants were fated to die to bring shame to their pack. And I promise, despite my form and inability, I would end up brandishing our pack's flag.