The Death Match Novels & Stories

SUDDEN EVENT: DEATH-MATCH – TERMS TWO CONTESTANTS. ONE SURVIVOR. NO FORFEITS. NO DRAW. “Begin,” the Game said. A secondary bell tolled, higher and sharper than the one that had started my duel. The timer under their names began to count down. 01:00 I slammed my hands against the barrier again, even knowing it was useless. Pain tore through my skull in white threads. The system’s warning hissed hotter. “Then damage me,” I snarled in my head. “Take my access. Take my pen. Take—”

As Solomon waited for his name to be called, he looked at the broken screen and was murmuring something but too faint for people to know what it was. “You’re next, Salazar.” He faintly muttered as he transfixed his gaze on the man caressing Sabrina. *** The match Salazar initially joined was not near to this barbaric match that he was currently in. This wasn’t the MMA fight he prestigious fought for, not even the arena he usually wins an award, this match was obviously a trap prepared by Salazar, and his death would be secure with just one mistake. Sol looked around the arena, and the audience enjoyed the deathmatch in front of them as they shouted and called their favorites.

But so were they. I made my way to the middle of the crowd which increased with each passing minute. I could see Conrad heading toward me and Frazier. When he got to the middle of the crowd and stood between us, he cleared his throat. “Good day, everyone!” What is good about the day, Conrad? I almost sneered at him. “Today, we’ll be having a death match between my Beta and your Luna.” Cheers erupted. He didn’t call me his mate. Just their Luna.

"Mr. Orion, it looks like something interesting is about to happen." "This is fate," Scopulus sneered coldly. Based on Felix's current path, he was about to cross paths with Chelsea. So far, everyone who had encountered Chelsea hadn't just lost—they hadn't even had the chance to surrender. Every match ended in an instant kill. That was the true rule of the strong. It wasn't that Chelsea was bloodthirsty. Instead, in a competition like this, participants were expected to accept the possibility of death the moment they signed up.

they are sent to read rules. the game was a death match or battle royal, 3 teams are sent to the island which was different from which they are currently playing and they have to collect green crystals from another team, which even team get all 4 crystals from the other team and won, mean only two players can win and they need all 6 crystal to win, they can take crystal by killing other players knock them out, this crystalise connected to spinal code, so if they get to knock out or death, that crystal will fall off, but they tried to take it off, with force then they end up damaging their spinal cord, they have to use violence to win. now they all have been sent to different parts of the isl

There, right beside my husband Brandon in the photo, was my so-called best friend, Melissa. … Snapping out of it, I stared at Melissa's two-faced expression. She must have known about the lottery win by then. They had probably plotted the whole thing, faking his death to pocket the cash. "Noelle, don't take it so hard. You're already unwell. What if Brandon's death makes you worse?" I shrugged off Melissa's hand and asked with eerie calm, "Where's Brandon's body? I want to see him." Melissa blinked, thrown off by my composure. "In the ward," she stammered.

Adriano said. Alessia frowned, "What kind of problem?" "Vincenzo's got a death match scheduled for himself, happening in an hour," he disclosed. The words hung in the air, and Alessia's eyes widened, mirroring my own mix of disbelief and unease. "A death match?" she repeated, her voice a hushed whisper.

It could be the cause of her hallucinations. She poured herself a tall glass of milk and ten minutes later, she was fast asleep. ●*** Gabriel was beginning to realise that a lot could go wrong in three months when you had an inefficient beta. He blamed himself for trusting his cousin and beta, Shawn Adams, to take care of things while he was away on a business trip. At first, Shawn hadn't been his choice of a beta. The blood suckers had launched a surprise attack on the Blood Moon Pack. The other pack members had to join the warriors in the fight. They had won but at a terrible cost. The former alpha, Gabriel's dad, lost his daughter and her mate in the fight. The former beta, Gabriel's uncl

" I was terrified all around. And I stepped back a little. I felt someone's footsteps coming from outside the door so I got nervous. In my fear it was as if I was nailed to where I was standing. But a shadow suddenly appeared at the door. I felt like my heart was going to jump, I thought I could escape but... "Agatha!" Diane shouted in shock. He was wearing a jacket and carrying a gun. Is this the end of me? Is Diane going to kill me because she is so jealous of me? My death is Diane's only chance to finally have Dymon with her. Is he here to kill me?

In the dim bar lights, we took our seats on a couch, and the manager brought us a line of male escorts for us to choose from. I pulled out a stack of cash and tossed them onto the table. “Get me the best-looking ones, none of those worn-out guys!” The manager eagerly brought over a few new faces to the front. I clicked my tongue. “Is that it? I thought you said there were two stunners here?” Betsy turned her diamond ring with a knowing glint in her eye. The manager nodded. “Don’t worry, those two will be here any second!” So we waited. After a while, no one appeared. I sighed.