Welcome To The Nightmare Game Novels & Stories

Her mind is plagued by the game. Tomorrow. Tomorrow midnight is when that game will start. To say that she's nervous is an understatement. How did she even end up with this situation? All she wanted was to find a clue that'll help her find her sister and father, how did she end up becoming a player from that vague and twisted game? Poor girl didn't even got to sleep peacefully for two days. I mean, who would sleep peacefully knowing that tomorrow you'll be participating an illegal underground fight? Not to mention the possibility of you coming home as a murderer.

The game that makes this entire world and book, both dreadful and fun at the very same time. “Now, now, now. Where should I start?” His thoughts and sinister smile. All excited and beaming with anticipation for his little game that finally he can present to the rightful being that this world created. Just then. ‘NATE.’ A sudden call in a lustful way and in a whisper took his attention. ‘NATE, NATE, NATE.’ The type of call that is both a warning and a blessing. A chant that will put anyone in either worst or best depending on the place and step that one will took. Somewhere that is in between gambling and a child’s game. Where the consequence is either death or life.

The light dies, and the game begins. I am waiting for that sound. It is my starting gun. You turn, heart hammering against your ribs like a bird in a cage, and you bolt. You don't look back. You never look back. That is your mistake. If you looked back, you would see me. You would see the way I stretch, the way I peel myself off the concrete floor, elongated and hungry, reaching for the hem of your shirt.

Energy flared, shards of light and glass spinning in a cyclone around them. Then — everything stopped. Silence. Darkness. The void calmed, but a new, ominous presence emerged. Not the entity they knew… something older, smarter, waiting beneath the system, lurking in the code. A single line of glowing text appeared across the void: Welcome. You’ve found me. Now the game truly begins. Alina’s voice trembled. “Nathan… it’s not over. Not even close.” Nathan held her hand tightly. “Then we face it. Together.”

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.

I was poisoned with wolfsbane by my destined mate's side chick. Woke up in a whole new world. Before I could figure out what was going on, a creepy voice dropped into my head: [Welcome to the Dark Citadel.] [Survive seven days in the castle to clear the game.] [Initial players: 30. Current players: 30.] [Have a great game.] The voice vanished. We were all just standing there, thirty strangers in some dramatic-looking grand hall.

“You’re not a prop. You’re the only person in this room who knows how to keep me from murdering Mallon before dessert.” I rolled my eyes. “Fine. But you can’t make me smile.” His gaze dropped to my lips, just for a beat too long. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then he walked off, leaving me seething. But worse than the anger… was the treacherous little thrill that buzzed under my skin. Because the game had changed. And we both knew it. At the luncheon, things only got worse. Peter, the snake, made sure to sit directly across from us.

She was never going to surrender to him; he bought her, but he couldn't buy her life. She was going to make sure she made his life a living nightmare. She was going to make him regret ever buying her and let her go. Yes, he was going to release her himself when he got tired of her. She grinned; he didn't know what he bought. He had just purchased a nightmare, and that nightmare was hers.

He introduced himself, "I'm Ronald Weeks, lady. Twenty-three years old, and I've just graduated from college. Oh, here's a gift for you." He took out a pot of mint, apparently from out of nowhere. The smell sobered me up, and I was half-amused. "It is Valentine's Day today. And you gave me this?" "Yes. I bought this for you," said Ronald earnestly. "Why?" "You're a beautiful woman, and yet you still came to this place on Valentine's Day. I'm sure you know that this place can give you something better than a relationship." No arguments against that. I grabbed Ronald's hand and asked him to drink with me. When I sobered up once more, it was already the next day. I found myself in an unfamiliar

My heart is racing and adrenaline floods through me. “Do you hear anything else?” I flick my eyes to Lucas’s face. “There’s no way this is over yet.” “No,” he agrees. “It was too easy. Almost like it was testing us.” “And now that it knows it’s up against a vampire and a witch, they’re going to pull out all the big guns.” I close my eyes and shake my head. “Let’s just hope it’s not hellhounds again.” The floorboards creak and Lucas turns, looking at something I can’t see in the dark.