The Game Must Go On Novels & Stories

“Damian’s version of non-negotiable.” “For the whole night?” “I’ll make the game. I told you I would.” He had said it cleanly, without soft padding. Miles didn’t offer reassurance he didn’t intend to keep. Still, by the time we lined up for the anthem and his seat near the glass remained empty, the promise felt thinner than it had on the phone. Theo bumped his glove against mine on the bench. “Stop looking at the same section.” “I’m not.” “You are.” He kept his eyes on the ice. “Play the game first. Unravel later.”

I plastered my chip right on its trunk. He said we should keep on walking as we proceed further to the Game. It doesn't have any rules but it's continuous until it's finished by the players of it. We are one of those. Soon they will be here too, and it's making me nervous. Perchance because I was playing it sincerely. Perhance because I know Gideon was bored the whole time like he's not delighted to the thought of being stuck here with me in the Game. Perhance I wanted to stay.

"I will schedule the emergency vote for five o'clock on the eve of the game. If the motion fails, you walk away from the title." "If the motion fails, the league ends tomorrow night," I answered. Vance cut the connection, the screen going dark. The office went completely quiet again. Outside the glass walls, the rain slowed to a soft drizzle over the stadium lights in the distance. Theo turned his head, resting his forehead against my collarbone. I tightened my grip on his waist, inhaling his clean, warm scent of cedar and vanilla. "He is going to call the vote," Theo whispered against my skin. "He has no choice," I told him, pressing a firm kiss to the crown of his head. "The game is ours."

"Okay, now what is it? Is this going to be a long conversation?" "You'd better hope so. Let's play a game." ****

he said seriously, I smiled at him and nodded. Today the game will be held, we will no longer be placed in the simulator but in a large Maze that we will be placed. It’s not like practice that only wounds we get, in this very game, the life and name of our school depends. We could die in the game because the MLA, is running out of race. The course of the game depends on the clock on which the game systems will change.

pissed he said. "Even if the game isn't over yet, Rhyss. We already know the result, don't we?" someone said but I'm sure it's one of Maria's teammates. "Huh? Don't be too cocky will-" "Now! Are you all ready?" I immediately turn my gaze around as I heard Miss Addi talk. "Let's go back, Rhyss. Let's not pick a fight," Gavyn said. "Tsk!" "Looks like everything's ready, okay we just need to do this one game before we officially start," Miss Addi said.

The truth slams down hard. The game is close now. Watching. Always. The next move is coming. When? How? Our baby is the target. The war is deadly. The pain doesn’t end.

It was written in silver sand. “The game is not over.” --- The Game Continues Whispers filled the hall. Fear, confusion, disbelief. Logan clenched his fists. “I knew it. Something was off.” Mia shook her head, her face pale. “Does that mean… we’re next?” The principal’s gaze was heavy. “That’s what we need to find out.” A teacher stepped forward. “We have reason to believe that the Reflection Game is still active… and that it’s no longer bound to just one school.”

I refused to look away, lifting my chin in defiance. “Do you know the kind of things they do in such games?” Alpha Nathan asked through the mind link while our eyes were still interlocked. A shiver ran down my spine, but I replied coolly, “I can’t wait to find out.” Xavier clapped his hands once, drawing my attention back. “Before we begin,” he said, “a few ground rules. First, this is meant to be fun. If anyone feels uncomfortable, speak up now and leave. Second, there is no outside interference. This is a game for adults, and we’re all here willingly. Lastly, remember: what happens here stays here.”

Imogen is the most important thing in my life right now, but I’m no idiot I can see how much of a toll it’s taking out of me. “We’ve got this, Brannigan.” Atlas claps me on the back. “Go give them fucking hell, Bro.” I intend to trust me; I want this like it’s my last meal and I haven’t eaten for a week. I tuck my head down, position my stick and wait for the whistle. The crowd is going insane, I mean so loud, the music is blasting. Hell, even the hosts are excited not knowing which way this game is going to go.