The Untamed Game Novels & Stories

I don't want my mother's beloved kingdom to be in a demon's hands. I walked and left her there dumbfounded. No one should ever insult me for I know everyone's secret and how I can take them down in a minute. I know they are planning something wicked, I know them and I know how I can stop and pull them down too. I am no damsel in distress but a tigress they should avoid being bitten by. Today, I was given a mission as part of my training and that is to kill rogues- every one of them, without using any of my abilities which I know I can because I'm trained to fight using swords than using my abilities because I am born to control them perfectly.

the Alpha roared, his voice shaking the earth. The pack descended into chaos, with everyone running in frantic circles, searching and scouring for the missing keys. But nothing came of it. These doors weren’t ordinary—they were forged from Darksteel, a legendary metal said to be unbreakable, forged in the heart of the earth itself. Even with a thousand warriors armed with tools and weapons, the doors wouldn’t budge without the keys Despite everything Garrick had done to me—betraying me, revealing my secret to the pack, and condemning me to this dungeon—he was still family.

Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me. A nocked arrow must find release. At this moment, I realized something was wrong as I had never been so out of control as I was today. There had to be something in the air. I tried hard to push her away, but like an octopus, she immediately clung to me again, lighting fire everywhere on my body. Suddenly, I saw a red dot in the mirror. What? I threw the curtains open and found three mobile phones facing the room. The live stream chat was scrolling, with 20,000 people online. The protagonists of the live broadcast were none other than me and Heather.

Easy. But when I reached the guest room, steam was already curling out from the cracked bathroom door. I hesitated, heart racing, then knocked lightly. “Uh—towel.” The door opened a beat later, and there he was. Shirtless. Skin damp, drops of water tracking down over the ridges of his chest, rolling lower, into the line of his jeans. His hair was darker wet, pushed back, a few strands clinging to his forehead. He took the towel, his fingers brushing mine for half a second too long. His stare caught mine, steady. And then—it dropped. Lower.

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He was a massive, scarred brute who, according to Rory, reeked of damp earth and bad intent. "She lies!" Darius bellowed, thrusting a thick finger in her direction. "Her wolves ambushed my hunting party unprovoked. She can't even secure her own borders." Rory tilted her head, watching him without blinking. "Your hunting party was carrying silver-tipped restraints and cutting paths two miles deep into my interior woods. Unless you were foraging for an aggressive jewelry collection, you came looking for a slaughter. You found one, you lost, so do better next time."

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Those who didn't gamble on the victor couldn't help but sulk but they were also amazed by the powerful victory of the victor. Those who gambled upon the victor couldn't stop jumping in their places because they were too happy just like the two boys next to Agnes. The victor was Evandros Linya and his victory was truly remarkable. The way he combated with that menacing resilience and that menacing look in his gaze. All of this...along with his whole existence had girls blushing. They couldn't help but dream and desire to have him. Some wished to have him as their soulmate but who knew he was jotted down in no one's faith?

"We spin this bottle, and the mouth of the bottle points to whoever is challenged. How about it? Truth or dare!!!" Emma challenged, pointing at the edge of an empty bottle of beer that she had just finished. Her four friends looked at each other, then Emma winked at Keyara, asking for her permission. Today was Keyara's day. She was celebrating her first acceptance into her dream company, Gametopya Inc., a game design company that was currently popular for its latest game, Triangle Love.

We had a whole new game on our hands. * We didn't bother to break when the deal came back around. Stuff had gotten way too interesting to stop now. Meet the new game. Not exactly the same as the old game. It was the 'naked, fondling, stroking but no cumming, poker-esque experience.' First hand in the next round ended with Emma betting, and winning a breast touch from Ashley. I think Em was hoping to get her hands on Ash's Amazing MammariesTM (Patent pending. All rights reserved), but really, this could hardly be called a disappointment.