Win Or Die Novels & Stories

"Three fights in one night? That's ambitious. You'll be torn apart by the third one." "I need six hundred pounds. That's three fights." "Or you could do one death match. Five thousand pounds. Winner takes all." "Death match?" "Fight to actual death. No submissions. No mercy. One wolf walks away. The other gets sold to Silas." Bill grins. "Higher stakes. Higher payout. You interested?" Five thousand pounds. That's enough to fund the crew for months. Buy food. Buy medical supplies. Buy time to find real solutions. But it's a death match. I could die. And if I die, the crew has nothing.

No one. Heh, the coward is too scared to pick up a blade. Sienna mused, also picking up a similar looking staff. Too bad, it doesn't matter the weapon she picks, She wouldn't be going easy on her. "What are the rules?" Isadora's voice rang out clearly. "What?" Sienna frowned. "How is the winner determined? Surely this isn't a fight to the death, right?" Isadora scoffed, wearing an impish grin. Sienna frowned, "The person to have their backs hit the soil, at the mercy of her opponent's fatal strike loses."

They pull out their swords, their bodies tense. One of the Silver Hunters swears and turns, running after Brynn, but the other two stay behind. “Now,” I whisper, and Alec and I climb out the window and down the tree. We haven’t even planned this out, but it feels so natural, so instinctive. Alec and I spread out and attack the two remaining Silver Hunters from opposite sides. I’m surprised by how easily I’m able to knock one of them to the ground. They fall flat against the earth, their helmet flying off. It’s a man, his eyes closed. He groans pathetically.

Fin groaned and held my hand. "The plan is, we'll just get into trouble with our opponents." Fin said so they all frowned. "Are you crazy? We're going to be damned for what we do." Von said. "I don't want to die yet men." Said Van. "We're not going to die, remember we can't kill in the game. We'll teach those people a lesson." Fin said and tightened the grip on my hand. "I'm sure too ... time will be on our side and we can win the game." Fin said and looked at me.

"You let him die because he was guilty; the only difference with me is that I take matters into my own hands." "I only did it once; you do it on a daily basis." Win's voice trembled. Alex looked at him, waiting for his explanation. Win sighed in surrender and began to explain himself. "I was there when I saw his car crash, and I went to help him. When he saw me, still bleeding out, he yelled at me. He told me he could never take any help from a fag like me and that he would rather die." Win took a deep breather. "I guess I waited a couple of minutes and granted his wish."

Make him die. But guess what?

Esmond's voice rang with excitement and approval. "Congratulations, Brian! In the recently concluded Spark Cup National Youth Coding Championship, you won first place by an overwhelming margin. "Your project, the Smart City Dynamic Traffic Optimization and Monitoring System, impressed every judge on the panel. They all agreed it's one of the most innovative and practical projects we've seen in years. You've uncovered incredible potential for the future of artificial intelligence in this country!" The entire hall went silent. It wasn't the polite kind of silence, but the stunned kind.

But I knew the truth: he was rushing to seal his win on the bet, to hightail it to Chicago and kneel before his precious Seraphina. This time, I’d said yes not out of love. Nick led me to Vincent’s Fifth Avenue penthouse, the very same setting from my past life. Vincent sat behind his mahogany desk, spinning a silver Beretta 92 between his fingers, dark eyes cold and unreadable. Nick dropped my hand, stepped forward, and spoke the same icy lines I’d heard a lifetime ago. “Vincent. We had a deal. Whoever won the girl’s heart secures the Moretti marriage. I’ve won.”

"You let him die because he was guilty; the only difference with me is that I take matters into my own hands." "I only did it once; you do it on a daily basis." Win's voice trembled. Alex looked at him, waiting for his explanation. Win sighed in surrender and began to explain himself. "I was there when I saw his car crash, and I went to help him. When he saw me, still bleeding out, he yelled at me. He told me he could never take any help from a fag like me and that he would rather die." Win took a deep breather. "I guess I waited a couple of minutes and granted his wish."

“You said you’d win, but now you’re talking about dying.” “There’s always the chance, but I can’t back out of this fight. I swear on everything I am that I will win, and that when I do you will be right by my side. I’ll fight with everything I have, but we complete the mating bond, you’ll feel my pain like it’s your own, and that’s something I can’t live with.”