Welcome To The Nightmare Game Novels & Stories

“For some, I guess I would. Sweetheart, this is not something I would want to bring you into, but I have no other choice.” “I get that. Always trying to protect me. However, this time I think I need to know so I can help you. Something is clearly bothering you.” She said as she looked into the golden pools of his eyes, and she almost forgot why he was there. She had to shake her head, and she knew she could not get distracted by his eyes and the wonders contained in them. “This is not something that is normal, either.” He stated as he looked at her. “A nightmare.”

Then a noise fills my head so heavy that it makes my heart pound. Footsteps. Each step is slow and measured, as if it is mocking the pain that I know I will never be able to draw myself out of. I drag myself upright, chest heaving, vision swimming as the ruins of the arena settle around me. The nightmares have scattered, dissolving into ash and smoke. The Game is tearing itself apart. The walls are collapsing, the sky is bleeding light and shadow in equal measure. And standing at the center of it all is her. Aria.

The user at the top started typing. ‘The game is about to begin. For the first game, you’ll be given some set of riddles and you have just 6minutes as a deadline for you to answer. We will both play in turns and whoever wins the finals passes but if you fail, it will lead to the death of one of your loved ones.” The moment I finished reading it, it disappeared from my screen. Okay this is getting a bit creepy but can someone tell this dumbass to stop playing with the life of my loved ones? Can we just get the game started? Pfff!

There, Zitrey saw an old, yet still intact big house. Zitrey then senses a great amount of people’s presence. In a high-guard, she took a step closer, that’s when a number of heavy steps can be heard and afterward a group of delinquents surrounded her, holding some steel and wood baseball bats with crook nails on it. Obviously they are not from this District. All of a sudden, a projector has flashed on the wall, showing a text typing: [ Welcome to Jack’s Game, Player… ] [ Here’s your Quest for today… ]

It was just about to loosen when a mechanical voice suddenly rang in my ear. “Hello, your romance system has arrived.” My romance system was finally online. But the very next second, it continued: “Emergency alert. Due to a processing error, you were transmitted into the wrong game. This is not a dating-sim otome game. This is a horror game. Special note: the person you are currently attempting to overpower is the final boss of the horror game.” My scalp went numb. Electricity ran down my spine. Even my fingers trembled. What? I was in the wrong game?

Sensing her discomfort, I reached over and pulled her and the beanbag closer, placing her right by my side. A smile crept across Willow's face. "Alright, friends," she announced to the group, "let me share the rules for our Halloween Eve drinking game. Take a sip from your drink every time Freddy Krueger appears, someone screams, or when someone says the words nightmare, dream, or sleep." "What about Tony?" Maddy interjected. "I'm not playing," Tony responded. "You can't opt out," Willow retorted. "And you know I mean business when I use a double negative."

this game is a game of past trauma, each player will be connected, to a device, and as each player comes, he will be sent to his dark or beautiful memories and their partner have to wake them up, if they fail to wake them up, that player can never wake up, now questions arise how to going to wake their partner when they going to be in deep sleep and dreaming about their past. they can manipulate objects but they can not affect the human body, they can act as a ghost and can influence only non-living objects. Zoe:- so it means if it's my turn then Leri have to wake me up, or I will never going to see you the next day. leri:- why every game is a death game, we just survive the last match. NAMI

The perfect playground for monsters. I sat in the shadows of VIP Box 4, looking down at the crowd. My tuxedo was tailored to perfection, the obsidian mask covering the upper half of my face doing nothing to hide the absolute boredom on my features. I rolled a cigarette between my fingers, feeling the familiar, bitter pull of the habit, before catching myself and tossing it onto the crystal tray beside me. Damn it, Aria. The ghost of my promise to her still clawed at my chest. "Sir," Marcus muttered, stepping softly into the dark booth behind me. "The biometric sweep of the theater is complete. We’ve flagged three potential Vance extraction teams hidden in the lower galleries. Victoria Vance

I couldn't believe he remembered. "It went well. Buffy is thrilled." "Good." I suppressed a smile as I turned and stared out the window. The question about the Darlingtons made me oddly happy. Friday night Manhattan traffic was a nightmare, but eventually, we broke through the gridlock and pulled up to a pair of giant black iron gates flanked by stone guardhouses. Dante flashed his chip-embedded invitation and membership card at one of the stoic-faced guards. The guard typed something on his computer, and a full thirty seconds passed before the gates slid open with a smooth electronic whir.

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.