Win Or Die Novels & Stories

In an instant, the whole principality was in an uproar. Winson was the youngest commander in the Heavenly Star Principality and he just suddenly died. Some rumors had started to spread among the people. Some said that the Day Rise Principality had the Goddess of Light’s support and that Winson was horribly defeated as it was difficult to go against God’s will.

I will win against them out and eliminate them all. Since it's a life or death fight, let's see who's going to win at the end.

"Because I don't know which is worse. Dying first and leaving you alone. Or surviving and having to feel you die again." "So we don't die. Either of us." "That's not realistic and you know it." I grabbed both his hands, forced him to look at me. "Then we make a pact. Right here, right now. If one of us dies, the other keeps fighting. No giving up. No following each other into oblivion. We finish this. We make sure their death means something." "Willow...." "Promise me, Walter. Promise me that if I die, you'll keep going. You'll help the others reach the core. You'll destroy the system. You'll live."

He whispered in my hair. His sounded vulnerable and heartbroken. This must be what Gilly feels and Thorne and every mate that has a solider going to fight in this battle. The fact is not everyone comes back alive but this gives us something worth fighting for. “You won’t lose me. I promise I will come back and we will have the most beautiful bonding ceremony.” I said.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

My colleagues, who at first believed that we had somehow gotten ourselves involved in a scam, immediately changed their tune when they got their hands on the money. "Oh, my God! So, all I have to do is survive for a week to earn so much money? Who even cares about working anymore?" "Hurry and tell us more! Stop dawdling!" The assistant manager, Frank Gideon, calmly chimes in, "What happens if we don't survive? Or if someone quits halfway through the game?" "The game will be reset if all players perish. If there is a winner, the game will end. The players who quit halfway will have to return all the money that they claimed from the gift earlier."

Bang. A bullet pierced my skull in midair. [Seventh loop over. Player has died.]

"Well, someone goes first, or we're all going to die!" Everyone's heads looked around the circle as we tried to figure out who would start. "Oh for the love of the gods!" Cried Bonolo, as she stepped forward. I loved a nonseer. And, he died because of it." Her voice was grim, serious. The platform began to shake again. "I'm gay." My head snapped to Rent. His voice shook slightly, but he held his ground. His eyes swooped to Carrie and she gave him an encouraging smile. "Someone go! Your secret won't fucking matter if we all die!" Yelled Rent.

“One more shot!” “One more shot!” “One more shot!” Ann and Lea, accompanied by a group of people who were at the party, cheering on Brent who was in a drinking competition against a certain guy they just met there at the party. Brent drank and drank till he could drink no more, then his opponent drank one last glass making him the winner by a glass. The crowd immediately dispersed after they cheered for the winning champion.