Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
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Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn

READING AGE 18+

Mercy V. Fantasy

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Willa Roane dies the same night she catches her boyfriend in bed with her sister.
Instead of waking in peace, she’s dragged onto a ghostly bus and informed—by a mocking intercom—that she’s entered the Survival Game: a twisted show where the dead are thrown into lethal, terrifying worlds for the cruel amusement of an unseen audience. The rule is simple: survive each round… or your soul is erased forever.
Her only ally is Corvin Thorne, the devastatingly beautiful stranger who yanked her off the road and onto the bus. A hybrid vampire–werewolf with a past soaked in blood, Corvin is bound by a wicked secret contract to keep Willa alive… or forfeit his own soul to the game.
As they descend deeper into the nightmare realms—from a monster-ruled Dracula Castle to ruined neon cities—Willa realizes she is the key. The deadly worlds are twisting around her darkest fears and fantasies, turning her own horror stories into elaborate traps. She isn’t just a player; she’s the author of the chaos. And the man sworn to protect her may be the only thing she can’t control.
Now Willa must rely on the dangerous man she’s falling for, a man who swore he would never love again. The heat between them is undeniable, but as their bond deepens, it’s impossible to tell which is more dangerous: the monsters hunting them… or the love that could destroy them both.
Love might be beautiful—but in this game, it’s never sweet.
It’s a weapon, a weakness,
and the one thing that might rewrite the rules of Hell itself: desire.
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CHAPTER 4 – Dead Rules

The bus lurched like a living thing picking up speed.

I gripped the edge of the seat until my fingers hurt. The world outside the fogged windows smeared into white, then… changed.

Through the grime, I caught flashes.

Not city streets. Not anything I recognized.

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