The Death Match Novels & Stories

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.

"Yield now and we can end this." "I could say the same to you." "But you won't yield. Neither will I. So let's stop pretending there's a way out that doesn't end with one of us dead." He was right. This was always going to end in blood. The only question was whose. My wolf surged forward, demanding I shift and end this quick. But I held back. Death matches weren't about speed. They were about proving who deserved to survive. That meant fighting as human first, letting everyone see the determination and strength before resorting to our supernatural forms.

Tears prick at my eyes. She's right. I'm weak. Useless. Everything synonymous to it. “Besides, tomorrow is the Dance of the Dead tournament, and Olivia will be participating,” She adds quietly. My brows furrow at the news as I sign quietly. ‘What is that about?’ “It is a battle to the death, and it's held once every decade. Slaves and prisoners compete.” ‘You have to be joking. Olivia signed herself up for a death match?’ “Yes. And she's doing it to gain her freedom. Don't mess this up for her by adding to her worries. Stay hidden, Kyle,” Katniss says as she clears the empty plates and begins to leave the basement. “I will see you tomorrow morning.”

the masked man concluded. The lights on the bus flickered on and off. The dark front screen lit again with the same red font as the voice echoed: [Approaching the next stop. All players, get ready.] “Does that mean all of you are dead?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could not process or believe any of this. Death means the end. That was how we grew up believing death was. The masked man nodded. “You’re all dead! You’re lucky to be invited to the survival game and have the opportunity to win a second chance at life.

But before he could touch the door knob, his body was already burning, devoured by flames and within a few seconds his body turned to ashes in front of the terrified men. “What the fuck is going on!?” The men looked at each other in shock and horror. “Shut up, boys!” Demetria snapped. “I will start counting now. 1…2…5…7…10. Start fighting, or I will burn you all to ashes! Begin now!” she commanded, her voice echoing around the room. The men have no choice but to face each other. The death game has just begun. Men are attacking and killing each other to death.

He had his opponent wrestled onto the ground in a choke hold, face starting to go purple as the man fought against his hold. There were only three ways to win the match. Forfeit, knockout/pass out, or death. I wondered what it would come to for me. "Give up!" Brody snarled at the man, his muscles bulging as he tightened the grip he held. The man looked determined to not give up, thrashing around wildly. I could tell by the look in Brody's eyes that he worried it would be the third death of the night. He turned his opponent's head just slightly and that's when it happened, his eyes rolled back and he lay limp against the blonde wolf.

The crowd goes crazy for about two minutes. “Today’s fight is a very special one and I'm sure you’re all excited to be here. This unique match happens only once in five years. Without wasting any more time, Ladies and gentlemen, today’s match is a fight to the death. One person in that ring must be killed tonight. Only the surviving fighter will be declared the winner…!!!”

Gavrael said and his rogues and some of the guest Alphas like Tyson and Gilbert laughed with them. “So, I’ve decided to grant them mercy… if they’re strong enough to take it. They will have the honour of fighting my guests, each match is to the death. If they win, they’re free to leave, if not, well, then they’ll get their wish of serving me over their dead body.” Seriously? A death match was his entertainment? Just when I thought he couldn’t possibly get any worse he proves me wrong. “I’d rather die than fight for your entertainment.” One of the chained males said with an angry growl.

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

Standing further away, beside a woman of extraordinary beauty was Zade, his eyes seeking hers as he sent her a grin, confident that she would be glad to see him. But when April looked at him she felt...nothing. Typhon held up his hand, and April felt her feet become heavy, sticking to the ground to prevent her from moving, and beside her Kevin, Celine and Todd were also stuck. "This is a battle to the death, no one must interfere and there can only be one victor, I will allow each contestant one minute to say their goodbyes to the woman they love, and then the deathmatch will begin!" Zade was first, he strolled over like it was any other day, and as he came to a halt before her, she reached