The Death Match Novels & Stories

He began with a broad smile on his face. "This is not a game but a deathmatch." I reminded him, angrily. I didn't know where that boldness came from but I was just too upset to think. He narrowed his eyes at me and frowned. "You won't be alive to repeat another word," he threatened and looked at Lilian. I knew he didn't like me instantly because of his words but I didn't know why. They all wanted me to lose except Jake. "One of you has to pick this knife first before the match will fully start. After picking the knife, aim for your opponent and attack. Bring out any body parts from your dead opponent." He explained and my heart raced.

If you look at their match, it seems that neither of them wants to lose. For a second, I think it’s okay; it is just a match. I wouldn’t have to worry, but that’s just what I thought. Not until I noticed something was off. This is when something hit me. This match is different from an ordinary car race. Because the truth is, it doesn't matter who wins. This battle isn't about who gets to the finish line first, but about who gets killed first in the race. "They're going to kill one another.”

ARDEN The gymnasium was so loud it felt like the floor trembled with every cheer. It was the grand finale of the Academy Wars. Only five academies remained. The rest had been weeded out over the past few days. Now, the final round had begun—the Death Match. The five schools sat on different podiums, each of us armed with a blank white board and markers in hand. The rules were simple: answer quickly and answer correctly. Get it wrong, and you’re out. No lifelines. No second chances.

The linguistic scholar died. Before we could even reach the secondary stairwell, the massive, tinted glass windows of the living room shattered inward. A hail of high-velocity tactical rounds tore through the air, punching violent holes into the dark velvet couches and marble walls. Three heavily armed mercenaries, clad in matte-black tactical gear and Vance syndicate insignias, breached the shattered ledge using high-tension ziplines from an adjacent rooftop. Malakai returned fire instantly, his sidearm barking three times in rapid succession. The lead mercenary dropped hard against the broken glass, a tight cluster of crimson blooming across his chest.

I am more fun than Amber was, aren't I? Matthew stared blankly at Beth. Right before everyone else, he grabbed her by her neck forcefully. "Fuck off. You are the one who should be dead! You are just a fucking whore who strips in public. You're even less than a silicone doll. "How dare you compare yourself to Amber, let alone try to take her place?" The werewolves around them were in an uproar. They had just found out the actual reason behind why I had taken my own life out of nowhere.

The lucky participants selected by the Death Inquisitor were the same as him—those who were related to the case or the Death Inquisitor. Looking at the options on the phone message, this time the choice of the mini-game was much simpler, and the most difficult one was not that difficult. Without a second of hesitation, Victor made his choice and replied with a message. At this moment, the monitor in the room of five people flashed again. — The second game: Mission 1: Paulette will personally break one person’s collarbone. Mission 2: the other four people will have sex at the same time for a duration of no less than five minutes.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

Death has been around every nook and corner the moment the players start a game. Svetlana had seen different deaths, all gruesome and brutal, the very same day she arrived here. And every single day, they’re all racing against the very door of death. But today, she witnessed the death of her own team member, the one who swore with her that they’re going to protect each other, the one who swore to get out of here alive and win, the one who had talked to her, smiled at her and told her fun stories in a short period of time, the one who formed some sort of friendship with her in a place where friendship doesn’t last. And today he died. It definitely feels harder to accept the death of someone w

Arya was seated with the elders from both packs at the high table where they could watch the match. “Now as everyone here knows, we have a match between two alphas, I know we have both been waiting for this day, and I am here to announce to you that the day is finally here with us and the match is on, we have both alphas ready, and the Omega Arya is also around, now whoever wins the match gets to go home with her as his mate, but there are rules governing the match, however, there is no use of weapons, but not anything related to silver because that would be breaking the rule, and both alphas will fight until one admits to surrender, shall we then have to present the winner, we will have thr

Only on rare occasions does death stain the battlefield. The spectators roar with anticipation, their cheers blending into a cacophony of energy and bloodlust. I lock eyes with my opponent, the intensity of our gaze reflecting the coldness that resides within us both. This is no ordinary fight; it is a clash our individual power, a battle that will leave one of us standing tall and the other broken and defeated.