Voice In My Head Board Game Novels & Stories

While his bearer was human, she’d been gone for decades, and many of the things he’d learned from her had been pushed back to focus on lycan customs or what Kenzie was teaching him, saying to him, were not things his bearer ever had. “No, it’s a game that we play with these cards. It’s pretty simple. I’ll give you five cards and myself five cards. The rest will sit on a stack between us. I’ll ask you if you have a certain card in your hand. If you have it, then you have to give it to me; if you don’t, then you tell me to go fish, and I pull a card from the middle. If I need it, I keep it; if I don’t, it goes in a different pile on the table. The goal is to put the cards in pairs and lay them

Fiona's pov I couldn’t tell if my mind was playing tricks on me or not. The moment I left the boardroom, I noticed I was hearing voices from people around me but I couldn't see their lips moving. "What the hell is going on?" I asked no one in particular as I hopped into my car, thinking I would get away from the voices. "She's playing a very dangerous game." A voice came. I jerked in panic. "Who was that?" I yelled into the car, searching around frantically. The voice had come from in front of me...more like it had come from outside the car.

I give him a subtle nod and slip into character. The mechanical voice came again, “Table number ten placed the highest bid.” What? The? Fuck?

On the table is a box of refreshments on one side, an enclosed smaller box on the other side, and between them is a chessboard with chess pieces. “Sit down,” the order echoes before we quickly pick a seat each, Zeath backing the entrance. After a long time of silence, he finally queries the voice owner, “may I ask; how did you know what we were looking for?” There’s a long silence before the voice replies, “your tracks aren’t hidden. Now play.” I guess what we’re supposed to play is the chess game. It’s a wonder how this strange person just puts a chess—a game that not everyone is good at—to play without even asking if we can actually handle it.

My stomach twisted painfully. Survival games?The words echoed in my head, heavier now than when I first heard them. Before, it sounded strange, but now… it sounded terrifying. *]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="a5147a14-7041-438f-8923-7a993974d042" data-testid="conversation-turn-22" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant">

Dropped with a dull sound. “Don’t move,” the voice whispered beside me. Its closeness felt like a wall. I pressed my face toward my shoulder as much as I could. Not to hide—but because I understood that if I stammered, if I hesitated, if even one tear escaped, they would have what they wanted. The game required me to beg. To promise the impossible. The footsteps faded. The thin, sharp presence returned. Hovering. Waiting. The room resumed its rhythm: breath, silence. Breath, silence.

Everyone was shouting in chorus, “Kidney! Kidney! Give your kidney.” On another board, another game was going on where the loser was asked to pay with one of his eyeballs and treated in the same way. I was so confused and badgered that I couldn't speak. I was speechlessly observing everything, standing in the middle of the excited crowd. Minutes passed by and I felt like I was in a different universe, in a cage filled with mad and addicted psychos. Suddenly, a delicate, female voice approached me, pulling me out of my shocked and puzzled state, “Mam, which game would like to play? What do you have to bet?”

I glanced back at the suite one last time—the unmade bed, the flickering fireplace, the half-finished glass of water on the nightstand—before stepping through the door and letting it click shut behind me. I ran after after them, but stopped in my tracks when the voice came again. "I'm going to miss the suite too," It said. Lloyd and Beck stopped when they noticed that I wasn't moving. "Is everything okay?" Lloyd asked as he ran towards me. Beck followed him from behind. Lloyd grab my shoulder gently, shaking me. "What's going on?" "Yeah. What's wrong Jessica?" The voice asked. My heartbeat fastened as panic kicked in. "Guys, I... I keep hearing a... voice in my head," I muttered, my own voic

They tangeled there little finger together. "So, here it is going to happen," Ellie said, standing straight in front of her, confident in the idea that had occurred to her. "I have a record here, and you have to determine which of the employees you believe is the owner of the voice; you just have to talk with all of them down floor, and it seems you are more fond of talking than I am." She began explaining, which the child clearly understood. "Since this is a game, there is a rule. First, you must keep your pinkish swear that you will keep this a secret. Second, if you find out who owns the voice in the record, keep quiet and only tell me. Third, ahm..." "What is the third rule, Ellie? I can

The table clattered with every thrust into her, and more items spewed to the floor. “Yes…” Heather screamed and I stood there in shock, just watching. I’m not sure how many seconds or minutes I stood there but the moment Heather’s eyes met mine, I felt my headache increase. Heather smiled at me and increased her moaning. My whole body felt like it was on fire and then I started hearing the voice in my head again. It wasn’t my wolf. It was that same voice. It was trying to say something to me, but I never made any meaning out of it.