76th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?" Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!" I gulped deeper. Shit. "THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his chewing gum. How rude... "3, 2, 1! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" Then the loud siren came from the huge speakers. What is this, The Hunger Games? I gulped and silently prayed, dear lord, I don't want him to be disabled! I mean, who would take me home?

Faintly, through the crack in reality, a glimpse of the sanctum’s ruins flickered into view. Their world. A way out. Lena barely had time to react before the void itself screamed. The sound was raw, piercing—a howl of fury as the Rift fought back. The dark tendrils coiled toward them, reaching, grasping— Lena didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed Cassian’s hand and lunged forward. Dorian and Idris followed suit, their movements quick, instincts sharpened by years of survival. The warrior remained behind, standing at the edge of the Rift’s storm. His golden flames burned brighter, a shield between them and the darkness as he lifted his sword once more.

A six foot, dark haired, athletic, bisexual man who wears eye shadow and earrings isn’t exactly the poster boy for Pakhan of the Bratva. But he grew up smaller than the other boys so he learned to scrap real early. When he got that growth spurt, he almost didn’t need it. No one can fight as dirty as Roman Dobrev. No one can see around corners and have eyes at the back of his head like my brother does.

My Bio-Stasis drastically reduced my needs. Normally, this food would last four days. For me, it would last two weeks. Cheers thundered from above. "Zombie shooting contest starts now!" Sarah's voice was shrill. "Whoever gets the most kills is today's MVP!" Gunshots rained down. "Twelve!" "Fifteen!" "I'm at twenty already!" Every shot was followed by wild laughter and screams. They were treating the end of the world like a carnival. The rock music from the speakers got faster, the bass so heavy the whole estate seemed to shake.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

~ As soon as Horia appeared in the Infirmary, Kenan looked like he was about to lose his shit. "Dyare! What is the meaning of this!" he growled at Lady Dyare who stood inches away from him. He was in a higher position than her and if he dropped the honorifics then he was really mad. Of all the supreme males, Kenan was the most reserved, so seeing him like this was a surprise. "Your Highness, the Hunger Games is coming to an end and it is only normal that it becomes tougher in the arena." He scoffed as he grabbed her by the neck as she struggled for breath.

Meager shares now are better than full shares for a little bit and then nothing. If the food runs out, this place won't last long. The survivors and soldiers won't be able to keep up their stamina, and then we'll be overrun in a heartbeat. I can only imagine how much destruction will happen if just one creature manages to make its way into the fortified school. Just thinking about the chaos, the bloodshed, and the destruction makes me sick to my stomach, and I can feel my appetite failing. But this is the end of the world, and I can't afford to not eat...just in case.

“First my heart. Now my heirloom.” A ripple of uncomfortable laughter spread across the room , the kind that wasn’t meant to be funny but too tense to keep in. Dante’s jaw flexed. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes, those sharp, predatory eyes, were molten. “Elara,” he said evenly, voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t the place.”

Yu Hao is whispering to his lead mechanic while pointing a handheld transmitter directly at the sector three hairpin turn—the exact location where Mao Jun struggled during practice. Is Team 666 about to execute a lethal track sabotage to ensure Swift Team’s second consecutive elimination, and will Chloe have to violate race protocols to save her teammate before he crashes at 200 miles per hour?

Chapter 3: The Call from the Dark The northern industrial zone of Valenfort, once the heart of the city’s mechanical age, was now nothing more than a wasteland of rusted steel and crumbling concrete. From afar, the collapsed factories looked like the gaping jaws of a dead beast, frozen mid-roar in an endless nightmare. Overhead, a Hunter Order helicopter circled, its searchlight cutting through the night and sweeping across shattered rooftops. Below, Delta-7 Squad moved in perfect silence six members, fully armed, led by Evelyn Cross.