Atala Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Like a true Warrior. Our Warrior. And of course, our beautiful Luna.” Tori now blushing but smiling. Hyde and I both quick to get dress. Our need for a quick meal rising. Both of us knowing that Tori would need it if he wanted to win against the other five challengers within the games.

ALTHEA The sun is higher now, casting soft gold across the palace walls, but there’s no warmth in it. I sit on the cold stone steps, my breath steady but shallow. My body hurts. My mind even more. One by one, the other girls arrive from the forest. Most of them limping, bleeding, dirty. But alive. I count them. Over and over. Only two never return. Mira and one of the betas. The ache in my chest grows heavy when I realize it’s true. They didn’t make it.

I ran a hand down my face and muttered, “I’ll handle it.” “Make sure you do,” he said, tone dropping. “Because she may not say it, but she’s watching. Natalia is watching everything you do. And she doesn’t forget. She is quiet and she is smart. She knows how to be a Luna and she also knows how to be an alpha. But she doesn't know how to handle betrayal.” “You speak as if you've known her your whole life.”

"You kill our Alpha, you grind our grain into the mud of the ravine, and now you bring us out of the cages to look at your drawings?" "I brought you out to give you a choice, Torin," Natalia said, rising from her chair and stepping down into the firelight until she stood less than an inch from his massive chest. She didn't let her royal pressure expand; she kept her posture loose, almost casual, though her hand rested flat on the brass pommel of the axe. "Your families are sitting in the upper longhouses. They have enough dried fish to last until the next moon. After that, they will be boiling pine bark to keep their bellies from shrinking. Varga promised you an empire in the peaks, but he f

Her hair slowly regain the color and it is with gold that is causing her heart to tremble. “Once you see the bless you will find the path that is lost; and shape the shapeless cycle with your every words. This is part of the process, and wouldn't stop with your refuse,” her grandma's voice filled her mind. “Are you ever sure your knowledge is enough and you'll given chance to be one of the lost? You have half of a chance to ever comeback, my dearest... Are you determine to steal the bless and own the misery and pain for your heart content?” Altara's heart couldn't be more certain and is walking the path of cruel. In an instant, the light shriek and strkle all back and forth to a collapse fra

' He grinned at her, he truly was loving the Warrior life, living outdoors, training every day, and building up a camaraderie with his men and women which brought him to what he wanted to talk to her about, 'Come, we need some privacy’ He nodded at Carrick who took the younger children to see their father and led her back into his quarters, 'There is someone I would like you to meet Mama.' He opened the flap of his tent and inside was a stunningly beautiful young woman, her hair was the c

Michael must be a good teacher to tame my sister’s wicked soul. “So, how’s your life at the Alpha’s mansion?” asked Michael. The match had not started yet. The participants were still preparing their horses and gears. I spotted Alpha Calix joining the arena with his white horse. He was now geared up in his black riding attire. “I actually wasn’t looking forward to getting chosen,” I said in a small voice, didn’t want anyone else to hear it and spread gossip of how ungrateful I was. “Why? I think every lady in Clayburrow wants to have a chance to be the Alpha’s luna.”

“I have to. This storm can’t continue forever. Once there is a break in the weather, I am leaving with my men and ending this.” It shouldn’t have come to this. The diamond being returned to the temple should have prevented a war like this from coming to fruition. But KiloKilo doesn’t bend to the Goddess’s rules. No, the man waging war on Maatua has skirted those Goddess-defined boundaries at every turn. Alatar the Last. That is this bastard's name. The last of his kind, we’ve been told, and according to his own description of himself, the last thing anyone of us will see before he burns Maatua down to embers.

I pull my eyes open and slap his cheeks, a deceptively gentle touch, knowing that any more force could send him hurtling into the abyss of death. “The name,” I demand; my patience wore thin after an hour of this dance, broken only by the stolen glimpse of Andrea as she left. “Irina Petrova,” he rasps, the name falling from his bloodied lips like a final prayer. “You see, that wasn’t so hard,” I say, my hand moving behind my back, fingers curling around the familiar grip of my gun. “Now you can die in peace.” I pull the trigger, my eyes closing as his blood paints my skin in a warm, visceral spray.

And then I fucked up Royaly by killing his mom. He stares at me with those bright purple eyes. I was confused, he was supposed to be with Abby. Shit what if has killed her? “Abby?” I stutter out the words as he began to crush my wind pipe. “Ah the red head, she will be dead too.” “No…” “I, Logan Lonecrown, future Alpha of Alphas reject you, Lana Decker as my mate and future Luna.” I didn’t know what he was doing, not until pain erupted inside of me. Pain replaced the electric shocks as the fire in my heart died out. Every part of me ached.