Win Or Die Novels & Stories

In the middle of a dying world, we were the only things that felt real. ​"If we die," Winnie whispered between kisses, her breath hitching, "I want to die as yours. Not as a prophecy. Not as a bride of the North. Just yours." ​"You are mine," I growled, my lips moving down to the sensitive skin of her throat. "In every life. In every world."

Note to self: Ask Adrian who they were later. With nothing else to do, I spent the day reading a book on my phone but got bored and ended up playing different video games, or—more accurately—getting my ass handed to me in a game called ‘Warzone Legion Xr’. A hyper-realistic shooting game that puts players into an underground warzone where criminals, assassins, and mercenaries fight for their freedom, using everything from different weapons and strategic sabotage, very Antonio-like. I kept losing to a player called WadeSlasher, and somewhere between our eighth or ninth match, I discovered, each loss cost me three thousand dollars.

Before the winner is determined, you may be attacked a hundred times by your enemy, but as long as you remain standing, you can grab the chance to make a comeback. "One move can determine defeat or victory, and similarly, you only need one move to kill someone." Austin nodded quietly. At the side, Wolf was even more shocked than ever. Then, he began to ponder. Aldus smiled. "Still, that small guy is a little foolish. He sacrificed so much to get a lethal blow in exchange. He killed his opponent with one kick, but he also broke an arm. "He won't be able to fight in the next month or two.

They won, what they promised (to destroy Evie) so far has been carried out well. Evie couldn't stand it anymore, she threw her phone on the side of the bed. She curled up on her bed, the sound of sobs filling the room. Threatening and criticizing words that were thrown at her ringing in her ears, Just watch out if I meet you at school, I'll kill you. Or its better if you die, your life is useless in Beatancy. It's embarrassing. You die... you die... you die...

Willie felt that he was being crushed in all directions. He had a feeling that he was coming to the next world to make up the numbers. Bowman thought for a moment and said, “One more thing. This game is a total of 15 minutes. If they don’t break the rules and don’t use any props, they will definitely die. That’s why it’s called a game that must break the rules.”

My voice is soft and weak, but it feels like I am screaming at the top of my lungs. Dustin shrugs. “ It means what I said. We are going to die. That’s how we win the war. If you were alive for that long, then it must mean we didn’t win. ” Panic seizes my heart. My eyes widen in disbelief and shock. I shake him by the collar. “ Why would you say that? Why would you die? Why— ” “ Because if you and I live…we will never win, Elita. That’s just how it is. For others to live, we must die. ” He grabs my hands and pushes them off his collar.

But I can’t afford to leave him, but I will die if I stay. What if I die? Will they be happy? Am I such a worthless person, so I should just die? Maybe they would be even happier if I lost. Everyone hates me, especially my parents, I don’t know why they are so mad. I do everything they want, but why do I still seem to be wrong?

It was supposed to end with someone dying or yielding, and not fainting. Alpha Christian came forward, escorted by Alpha Anita. While Alpha Christian's face remained neutral, Alpha Anita was grinning from ear to ear. "Does this count as a win?" I asked, and Alpha Christian remained silent, calculating. "If you leave it to me, I will say it does." Alpha Anita said. "A person loses when they can no longer fight again. When they yield, it's because they can't fight anymore. When they die, they obviously can't keep fighting. If you ask me, I will say that an unconscious person cannot keep fighting."

That meant killing him was not the real condition to win this game. In a flash, I realized there was a crucial detail I'd overlooked—a fatal loophole in the game rules. If I died, I would enter the next loop. If I stayed alive, No. 99 would keep hunting me down until I was dead. Even if I managed to shake him off for a while, he would eventually catch up with me once I ran out of strength. There had to be some kind of hidden "survival time" mechanic in this game. Otherwise, it would be impossible to beat.

I'm certain they've made a pact and will split with whoever defeats me, which none will but I'm worried about you," he said in concern. I shrugged and asked him what the rules were. "You can only use your wolf. Your hellfire would disqualify you and be an instant win for Malin if it's used," he sighed. My eyes widened and I mumbled, no. My hellfire was part of my wolf I couldn't have it and realized that I was completely fucked. My eyes raced across the words and my heart dropped. Either of us could forfeit but if I did I would automatically lose Rune. "So basically, if I win nothing changes and the bitch fucks off," I mumbled softly and asked my wolf what I should do.