Hunger Games Finnick Odair

Condemned as a witch. Thrown into a bloodsport. Hunted by beasts who want to claim, break, or kill her. Branwen Mosswood spent her life serving pints and saving every copper to escape the Walled City's cruelty. She dreamed of a quiet cottage. Freedom. Peace. Instead, she stabbed a nobleman who got too handsy... and was sentenced to the Wilder Games, a brutal forest arena where thirty "criminals" are forced to survive thirty days while being hunted by five savage shifter Warlords: 🦁 Hadrian Ironpaw - the prideful Lion King 🐺 Fenrick Bloodhowl - the feral Wolf beast 🐻 Torren Brokenbone - the berserker Bear 🐆 Zarrk Shadowprowl - the stalking Panther 🐅 Nythor Frostbite - the northern White Tiger prince If they catch her, they can claim her, body, blood, and soul. Branwen has no intention of becoming anyone's prey. She'll fight. She'll bleed. She'll unleash every forbidden spell in her bones. Because she won't just survive the Games... She'll bend the beasts to their knees Tap in! Updates multiple times weekly! This is the first in a series!

“Let me taste you, Oliver,” Arias’s voice strained, his large hands holding the male he loved against him. Oliver’s brows dipped, coming together, pain etched across his features. “W-what?,” he stuttered, shocked at the enormity of Arias’s request. “W-we can’t do that.” ----- I was supposed to marry her. The female my father chose, the one who would bind our packs together and make me the alpha everyone expected. But gods, I didn’t want her. I wanted him. Arias fucking Thorne, the youngest alpha of the nine packs, dangerous and overwhelming and everything I couldn’t be. My father would kill us both if he knew. We’d be banished. But while I was busy trying not to burn for the wrong wolven, something worse was stirring in the shadows. Wolves were turning into nightmares, creatures with bloodshot eyes and bones that bent wrong. And somehow, my blood, the forbidden fire I’d spent my life hiding, was the key to it all. The packs were splintering. An ancient evil was rising. And I was caught between duty and a male who made me feel like I was worth more than just my title.

I never chose to enter the Arena— the place that swallows humans and supernaturals from every era and throws them into a death game with only one rule: survive. One moment I was walking down a normal street. The next, I woke up in a prehistoric jungle with the ground trembling under massive, thundering footsteps. That’s where I met him—Kael. An Alpha Werewolf with lethal instincts, a body built for violence, and eyes that could pin me in place more easily than his claws ever could. He had zero interest in saving anyone. Especially me. To him, I was a burden. To me, he was a threat. And he definitely wasn’t planning to keep me alive. “You’re not human, Maddie.” His breath ghosted my ear, hot and shivering down my spine. “And whatever you are… you shouldn’t exist in this world.” But the Arena made its choice before either of us could: Every round in this cursed place keeps forcing us together—fighting back-to-back, bleeding for each other, breathing in sync. Yet every time danger closes in, I end up pressed against his chest, his breath warm against my ear as he growls instructions I shouldn’t find intoxicating. “Stay with me, Maddie. You won’t survive a single night without me.” Maybe he’s right. Maybe I don’t want to survive without him. But the truth inside me—what I am, what I carry— …might be the very thing that gets him killed. And when Kael finally corners me in the dark, his voice a low, wicked whisper at my neck, I realize the Arena isn’t the deadliest thing here. He is. “Tell me what you are, little flame… before I’m forced to claim you.”

12 lives were chosen to be the end of this war. 12 lives is what we were told were all that was needed. when we finally crossed the border to the fae however the truth came to light. I lived my life believing service to my country was enough and that I should be glad to die a martyr. Now as I see Nok standing in the night I can't help but feel like it's just not worth it. After 3 years of training Ashai and her comrades are pushed into a new world with one goal in mind: kill the fae king and bring peace. When she meets a young fae named Nok however the simplicity of the plan fades and she is forced to choose between her mission: the one thing she was made to do, and her new found freedom that comes with her fae blood. Lies are revealed and her life turns upside down when she enters the fae court, how will she deal with the over powering emotions of the fae and her own perceived inferiority? Maybe that dark and mysterious King could help her? Dive into a twisting tale of Faerie court politics, royal family drama, and romantic triangles with Ashai who tries to navigate the wild new world she's found herself in.

O'Connell is an Irish Nigerian kid, who becomes aware of the fact that he's gay when he figures he's into Jeremy, a classmate of his. Being fat and quiet, he gets easily picked on and bullied at school. But there is a tad of happiness he has, because Jeremy, the Golden boy of the school, is nice to him. However, O'Connell gets rejected and mocked for being gay, by Jeremy who claims he is straight, after O'Connell's feelings for him were made obvious on a letter that he had crumpled into a ball. This triggers O'Connell who became dejected and broken, to leave. Also made him to realize that, the best revenge is self improvement. He returns some years later, with a Greek god kind of body, accompanied with a very big ego. Looking the exact opposite of the way he was, before. And discovers hidden secrets about his long time crush, Jeremy. And when he becomes certain that things are working in his favor, they take a sullen turn. He meets with new people, discovers more about gay love, gets heartbroken, and tries to mend his heart. ***A coming of age story***

Born into the ruthless Ironclaw Dominion, Eyrix was the only Omega in a dynasty of brutal Alpha heirs—beaten, humiliated, and branded defective. Eyrix fled the Ironclaw Dominion pack, never knowing his blood carried the power to make Alphas kneel. His escape leads him straight into the territory of the outlaw Blackfang Riders, where he is captured by their merciless Alpha leader, Ryder Blackfang, a wolf who despises Omegas. Ryder wants a pet. What he gets is a living weapon. When Ironclaw assassins invade Blackfang pack, Eyrix’s hidden Veilblood power awakens—an ancient Omega force that strips Alphas of their dominance and turns their wolves into trembling servants. His scent becomes addictive, his blood burns Alpha skin, and suddenly every pack wants him. Ryder’s desire twists into a dangerous obsession: Eyrix is no longer just his captive—he is his fate. But Ryder is not the only Alpha drawn to Eyrix. Lucien Silverhowl, the cold and calculating leader of the secretive Silverhowl Covenant, known for hunting and controlling the Veilblood Omegas. Lucien knows the truth of the Eyrix Veilblood line. Alpha Ryder wants to cage Eyrix for love. Alpha Lucien wants to use him to overthrow the Alpha order itself. Caught between two rival Alpha kings, Eyrix must decide who to trust—before his family returns to claim the Omega they bred to end them all. Hunted by his brutal family, torn between two deadly Alphas, and haunted by a bloodline meant to end Alpha rule forever, Eyrix must decide: will he be owned, will he be used… or will he rise and make every Alpha bow?