Trickster Game Novels & Stories

I shout, and we both laugh. I have really missed this, 'us.' "Race you," I say, and run behind a tree and let my wolf out. I start running, and I hear him shout from behind. "Hey, no fair." "Haha!! Take that," I mind-link him. We can do that because we are still in the same pack. "Oh...game on," Jordan says and then lets his wolf out. Before I know it, his wolf is beside mine. "Woah...you're fast."

The person reads the name indicated on the card. “Sorry, the card is mine."Alan asked for the card that was still in the person's hand. “Oh! it's your, Alan Pham." Anthony spoke cheerfully with a bright face. The boy is trying to show a friendly impression that could be for the interlocutor to be captured as a familiar attitude, pretentious and then the bad impact makes the interlocutor feel uncomfortable. "Nice timing. I'm Anthony, do you want to play at my house?” "Sorry.” Alan forcibly took his card from Anthony's hand. He had been waiting but there was no sign that his cards would be returned. “I can't.”

I walked toward them, each step a deliberate sway of my hips. “Last time, I was…indisposed,” I said, stopping just before Knox. I reached out and traced a finger down the center of his tense chest. He shuddered under my touch. “This time, I want to play a game. My game. And I want you all to play along.” Dante’s eyes were practically black. “What kind of game?” I looked at each of them, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face. “A game of trust. And sensation. And frustration.” I stepped back, pointing to three spots on the floor in front of my bed. “Kneel. All of you.”

"Come to think of it... she didn't say you had to dance. She just said make him hard. So, trickster, do your trick." I turned to Liam, hoping he'd shut this down. Instead, he met my gaze with that unreadable expression of his, as if waiting to see what I'd do. Oh, hell no. "Not happening," I said firmly, moving to stand. Kim tsked. "Backing out, are we?" "I'm using my veto," I shot back. "Vetoes don't exist in this game," Greg said, grinning like an idiot. Trevor leaned in. "Come on, Trickster, what's the worst that could happen?"

I announced, "The second round begins. You're all hungry, right? There are only three cans of food here. Whoever snatches them gets to keep them. "The game will end in ten minutes. Whoever ends up holding all three cans wins and gets a luxury private room." After I finished speaking, I had someone toss three cans and an iron rod into the room, then had the door locked tightly from the outside. Tristan had apparently reached his limit. He was the first one to stand up and lunge for the cans. One of his men, who was slightly sturdier than he was, saw this and quickly tackled him to the ground. The rest of the group also charged toward the door as if they had lost their minds.

She touched my hair softly. Then I said, “Because I also want to give myself to you," I murmured. “Didn't you say you will help me inherit the company? I am sacrificing myself for that too.” Her fingers slid down slowly from my hair…to my cheek. “Good, then I will let you be my boytoy.” she whispered. And just like that I knew. This wasn’t a game anymore. And if I wasn’t careful, I wasn’t just going to lose her. So I needed to play my game well so I wasn't going to fall.

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

That was not the first nor the second time Tristan heard that line since Serina marched towards another table surrounded by people. The mechanics of the game is quite simple, the players will bet on tabs that corresponds to the possible sum of the dots that will appear on the top of the three dices. The host will shake three dices in a container and whoever got the nearest answer will take all the money on each tabs. If more than one person got it, they will divide the prize to themselves. Serina explained earlier that this place has a special device that can detect drawn mana, to prevent mages from twisting the outcome of the game and use it to their advantage.

One could easily tell that she was up for something worst. "This game is called, 'Tell me your secret and I'll tell you who you are. So? Are you guys ready? Come on! We will just have a little fun before we all die together tonight because they said in hell there are no entertainers... only liars! Do you agree with me, Mr. Eric Grant?" Trishia winked at Eric meaningfully. Eric's eyes were keenly studying her. He didn't give Trishia an answer but he already sensed Trishia's little trick.

Melissa called for her maid and asked to take Fred and Jeff to the Games room where Triston was playing. Fred and Jeff were both eight years old and were a perfect example of a devil's spawn. Even at this age, the amount of negativity they had in them was immense. It seems like they followed in their parent's footsteps. Both of them go to the Games room and see Triston busy playing on his PlayStation. Fred goes and snatches the handheld console from him. "That's not the way to play it. I will show you how it is played." Saying this, he moves Triston aside and starts playing. Jeff takes the other handheld device and starts playing with him.