Your Turn To Die Sou Novels & Stories

He pressed the trigger on his emergency buzzer again, the electric cord wrapped around him. Hot breath on his neck. (this can’t be happening) The jingle-jangle of a distant carousel. Pain. (I’m too young to die) He listened to the uglies scratch down off the walls and come after him. Pale blurs in the dim, as though they burned with their own inner light, their own personal fevers, illness that drove them to terrible and violent ends. Robby wondered who each of them had been before they ‘turned’, wondered who their mothers were, and if they were still loved in ways that he no longer was or ever would be again.

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."

I grunted. "Well, this one is important. Since you're new you might not know this, but everyone here is playing a death game. An assasination and survival game to be exact." "A 'what' game!?" I almost raised my voice, "What do you mean?" now saying it softer.

Punch is who I am and who I’ll always be. “So if it’s all right with my Alpha, I guess I need to add a third Blood Card. Hugo Casillas. For the crimes of shooting Kent “Chunk” Larson, aiding and abetting if not outright killing your own brother just to set me up… Making babies you had no intention of raising, and generally being a shit example of what a shifter should be, I hereby sentence you to death. Oh and Reeve uh… Whatever your name is, I can’t even imagine how many people you’ve killed so, you’re just fucked. You’re on our territory which makes me your judge, jury and executioner,” I say, shrugging as Doze laughs.

“I solemnly swear.” “Will you both agree to remain loyal to Luna Gemma Rose Killian no matter the conscious.” “I solemnly swear.” They eagerly voice. “Will you both agree to do all in your power to bring Luna Gemma Rose Killian back to her pack.” “I solemnly swear.” They repeat together again. “Will you both agree that if you break any of these vows or betray me, Alpha William Keen, the blood oath will invoke the most painful death that you so now create in your mind.”

As if he was used to all of this. “It’s better for you to start! If you delay, the system will decrease your points, and if you lose all of your points, you’ll be deleted from the system and the game!” a voice hissed right behind my ear. I jumped in fright. I swallowed as I turned toward the source of the voice. I wished I could erase that smug smirk off the masked man’s face. “Points?” I asked in confusion. “Lose your points… lose your soul,” he explained. “You start with three points in your inventory. Every time you do not entertain the audience, you lose points and hearts—then you will die forever!”

If even one of them were a one, I’d lose. She scoffed. “What a joke. Did you learn that trick from some internet tutorial? That only fools amateurs, not me.” I lifted the first die, which showed a six. The second was another six, and the same for the third and fourth. Now, only one die remained. If it were six, I’d win. If it were one, I’d lose. Taylor’s confidence was crumbling, her brows knitting together. “Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!”

I asked, "Have you heard of people biting the hand that feeds them? Do you think I'll save you a second time after being bitten once?" She stared at me in horror, like I was a monster. "You've been lying to me this whole time!" I smiled and said, "Congratulations on guessing correctly! You love lying to people, so it's time for you to get a taste of your own medicine. Isn't it nice?" Wanda screamed in rage. Then, she choked to death as blood gurgled in her throat. She stared at me in horror and disbelief as she died. I'd had the same look on my face when dying in my past life. Now, I'd gotten back at her for everything she did to me. She'd repaid the debt she owed me.

I said coldly. Tears streamed down his face. He kept begging, "I'm dying of regret. I live in hell every day. Give me another chance. I'll make it up to you. I didn't marry Sarah. Come back and remarry me, okay?" He lunged toward me. Garth grabbed his wrist, twisted the knife away, and tossed it. "What's your problem? Leave before I call 911," Garth yelled, shielding me. ... Jake backed off but did not quit.

The temperature in the bunker seemed to drop to absolute zero. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching until my teeth ached. Marcus had been with Thorne Industries for ten years. He was a man I had trusted, a man I had given millions in stock options. And he had sold my life to Victoria Vance for a percentage of a dying syndicate. "He is dead," I growled, the raw, savage dominance of my bloodline taking over.