Yuta Culling Games Novels & Stories

"What the hell is that?" Lucas, however, gasped. "It's a transmission!" He turned in his chair. "Dan, get over here and see if you can help me clean up the signal." Meanwhile, Kedrick was holding his own against the Zephyrus. The grey flying mechs were fast, but not strong. They darted around him, using height to their advantage, but there was only so much room inside the Firmament. Each could only take a few close-range shots before they crashed.

ZAIRE’S POV "Shit, they absolutely carved them open, man. I can't even hate." Spencer said, scrolling through his phone as he read off the stats from yesterday’s game between the Milton Lions and the Eastbrook Ravens. We were sitting at our usual table under the tree in the quad, eating lunch. The break wasn't over for about the next fifteen minutes. “Come on, this is the Ravens we’re talking about,” Finn said with a dismissive roll of his eyes. “They’re shit. I'm sure we are going to destroy them too when we play them.”

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

I asked, exasperatedly. “The Culling Tournament notice,” he answers and gives me a golden seal enveloped. I raised my brow in interest. The Culling Tournament is a lycan event competition where invited packs from the entire continent could participate in a hunt and earn a title. It was conducted to forge peace treaties and entertainment. It’s also where some packs try to prove a name and expand their influence. Helios rarely participates but were always invited every year. Hm, maybe we can go this time. I should probably ask Veronica about this. It’s something that she might like and turn into a part of her grand plans. My scheming little wife.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

If it was something that involved buying or selling, I was out! It led me to a game, “The Harvest”. “Howdy!”, a mascot popped up. Quite ugly if I might say. “Please add player name” “Uhhm…”, recalling what Laura had said about using my real name, I decided to use something else. “Farmer…”. “Please choose your weapon, Farmer!” “Weapon?”, I asked out loud seeing the guns and knives mixed with farm utensils in what looked like a farming game. It made no sense.

It could make you blind. Me: Delete this whole thread, Dean. Now. I space out my words, trying to bury the image so he won’t see it when he opens the text. Me: Don’t Me: Even Me: Look Me: Just Me: Delete Archer: What are you doing? Me: Burying the image. OMG OMG Archer: So you don’t want me to screenshot it and send again? Me: NO I set my phone down, laughing to keep from crying. Sucking it up, I call Dean. His phone rings. And rings. And rings.

I stay quiet. “The invitation for the mate games just arrived.” The air in my lungs seize at his words. It’s impossible.How could we have received an invitation? “It’s mandatory for an eligible female from every family chosen to participate. We can’t refuse,” he continues, looking between the two of us. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “one of you will have to go.” My stomach sinks. I don’t like where this is going. Lila sits up straighter, her brows furrowing. “But the games are nothing but bull,” she blurts out, her voice sharp.