Win Or Die Novels & Stories

I felt myself defend him as I quickly straightened back up and looked to Tyler for some support. "She's right April. You were last." She folded her weak arms against her body in irritation before settling down and embracing the warmth of the water we were now all immersed into. "Let's play a game." Tyler announced and move to the middle of where everyone was standing. "First to knock the other off the person's shoulders, wins." We all smiled and agreed as I paired with Tyler and climbed onto his shoulders by him leaning down and holding my legs for support. April climbed onto Henry's before we finally were facing each other, the game being led by Harvey, Valentina and Tom.

"What are you going to do, Kenzo?" "I want to destroy her life, slowly. It's much more exciting than me killing her right away." Kenzo then noticed Matteo's hand which was moving his chess piece from where it was originally. Matteo looks really good at this strategy game. And when it was Kenzo's turn, he gave Matteo a sly grin. "I'm gonna sell that bitch at my Club, and I'm gonna make her a striptease dancer there." "She will definitely not survive with all of that. And after that, she will end her own life voluntarily," said Kenzo again.

I sigh, "we have to remain strong, no matter what happens, no matter who we lose." "we either win or die, those are our options, we already know." Drax nods, confirming that they all know that this could be a one way trip. "let's get going, we have a warlock to kill."

He suddenly started laughing. The ground started moving. What is happening? Everyone is separated from one another while the ground is raised high. The roots held the ground tight. "An individual duels," He said excitedly again. What? "So, here are the game rules. There are 10 of you, and you have 8 chances. You need to win 8 fights. You can use your powers to your full extent. If you lose, you are going to stay here until I get entertained. But if you win. I will send you to your destination immediately.

Had Tin and the others deserved to die? When you have to solve your own problems and have the option of using lethal force, even someone small and weak like me has a chance. If I get the first hit in and make it count, I win. In fact, that’s the only way I win. If my opponent can get up and hit me back, it’s GG for me. Once you realise those are the rules here, your approach becomes much more simplistic. Are you willing to kill/die for this matter? If you are, go all in. If you aren’t, run away.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

I knew there would be judgment of me choosing an ordinary pack member instead of an Alpha’s daughter. The Alpha of their pack was Vincent Dawn, who had lost his own Luna after the birth of his only child Winnie Dawn. He was angry that he had never gotten a son. Winnie would take over the pack when he died, if that day ever came. He was cautious and didn’t want to die because he felt a woman could not lead a pack. Winnie was sheltered from everyone, including myself. He would be hoping that I would ask her to be my Luna, however. Because of that, I was slightly worried.

"N-No, it had nothing to do with me…" Behind him, Jessica's voice cracked with fury. "So it was you! You're the reason I ended up like this! You tried to have my mom and Theodore killed!" According to the intruders, they had held a grudge against the Dawson family because their own company had been destroyed by malicious business tactics. Their parents had died of cerebral hemorrhages caused by the anger, and they couldn't even afford proper treatment. Wilson was the one who told them when and where to go. In the interrogation room, he screamed himself hoarse denying every charge. But faced with the evidence, his excuses fell apart.

Friends or foe. He won't be able to distinguish. He will be just a killing machine. A beast. The one which is called. "The God of death." And today it seems, this will be all. If he can't win. He won't let anyone win. There will be no bloodhounds, no werewolves, no hunters after this. It will be the end of their world. And it's impossible to stop him now. And that's when they feel the ground they stand on shaking. The trees uprooting.

" The words were written boldly in black. A stark contrast to my pale skin. And... they were moving. My brows creased. Could this be a countdown to the day I died? I shook my head. This couldn't be. My chest tightened. I couldn't breathe. I abruptly parked my car to the side and released the seatbelt. My eyes lingered on the numbers on my wrist as my face paled. Would I die on the same day three years later? Would it be the same death? I closed my eyes forcefully as my temples pulsed painfully. My fingers slowly clenched as my gaze sharpened. This life, I wouldn't die the same way.