Atala Hunger Games Novels & Stories

There’s always food in the packhouse because we require a lot of food to keep up our energy for shifting, sparring, and fighting. But this little girl was eating less than a child would. Even Joy would have finished her meal in no time, and she turned twelve last week. That's why Zev and I weren't here last week. I wasn't missing my only sister's birthday party. Joy already taller than our little mouse. I took the lasagna away from her, shoving the desert that was still left towards her, while I kept talking to the rest. Atalanta began to eat, licking her lips when some of the chocolate syrup landed on them. She took another bite, savoring the taste. I hoped she would make that little moan a

His golden eyes gleamed with predatory hunger. Átila knelt between her legs with slow, deliberate movements. His large, calloused hands spread Irmak’s soft thighs effortlessly, exposing her intimacy, which was already glistening with arousal. The cold air touched her heated flesh, making her shiver. “So wet already…” Átila murmured, his voice lower and more controlled than his brother’s, but no less dangerous. “You’re dripping, little one. That scent is going to drive me insane.” He lowered his face without warning. His broad, hot, slightly rough tongue slid slowly along her soaked slit, collecting her essence with a hoarse groan of satisfaction. Irmak arched her back violently, a sharp cry

My hand pressed harder against my stomach, the flutter a reminder of why I was here. ‎The alpha waited in the center of the village, a tall woman with grey-streaked hair and eyes like storm clouds. She stood straight, but her shoulders sagged, like the weight of her pack was too much. “You’re the Lycan,” she said, her voice low, steady, but laced with desperation. “The cursed wolf. I’m Mara, Alpha of Ironclaw.” ‎ ‎I met her gaze, my voice steady despite the fear in my chest. “I’m Talia,” I said. “I don’t know if I can help, but I’ll try.”

he continued, his lips curving into a small, mocking smile. Althea stiffened at his approach, but she didn’t back down, her chin lifting defiantly. "This is all a game to you, isn’t it? Watching us suffer. Watching us die." Okay wooooowwww, woman! I applaud her for that though. It was high time the question needed to be asked. Raphael’s smile widened, but there was something cold behind his eyes. "You knew what you were signing up for, Princess. The Luna Games were never meant to be easy. Or fair."

It just keeps dragging me back to Alex—how I should’ve looked at her one more time before Reid had the guts to take her home. I lean forward slightly, my gaze locked on my sister. “I need to feel it. The second I look at her. Something has to move, to wake up. Until that happens, you can line up a thousand of them, and my answer will still be the same.” I glance at the next girl. “Next.” Valerie shrieks. “You’re not picking a wife, you arrogant fuck!” “Yes, but I need a connection .” “And we need a Luna, or at least someone to stop you from rotting over Russo! Her body was perfect and her scent was submissive!” She gestures wildly toward the door. “That girl was a solution! You need to stop

By the time they realized it, another she-wolf's teeth would be clamped around her neck. I tensed when I heard a noise from down below. "Tara, let's take a break," Tori whispered. Alexus: Thank God. It's Tara and Tori. I'm climbing down. Elektra: No. Stay where you are. Their energy is off. Alexus: What do you mean?" Elektra: I don't know, but something isn't sitting right with me. Listen to me. I haven't failed you yet. Alexus: You kinda suggested I participate in The Luna Games, which was completely unnecessary considering that Alpha Harvey is my mate. I wish I knew what he was feeling about all of this right now.

She smiles, “So, Eda, why don’t you tell us about you? Do you like to play video games?” Peelle says her name, “Alita.” She looks at him wide eyed as she responds, “What?” He huffs, “Don’t overwhelm her.” She scoffs, “I’m not overwhelming her!” She looks at me and questions, “Am I overwhelming you?” I don’t even have a chance to answer before she says, “See! I’m not overwhelming her!”

she snapped, agitated, “why don’t you want to move? What do you have here that is so dear to you? Friends? Family? Wealth? What is it that you have received from this pack that is holding you back and freaking you out this much? What do you even want from this place, August?” Her words made me quiet immediately. With my heart throbbing in my chest painfully when I thought about it, the answer was clear. There was nothing in this place for me, was it? *** ‘I still can not believe that Alpha managed to hide it from all of us.’ ‘Right? Leila literally looks like a princess! I gave her a cup of coffee this morning, and she was so polite and soft spoken! I would not even dare to utter a word in a

“I wouldn’t like to waste your time so I would make this short and snappy.” “This is Athaliah Montreal,” I said, gesturing to Athaliah - who stood up, clad in a stunning black gown. She gave off a devilish vibe that I was drawn to. “She is a warrior and a new member of our pack.” Murmurs began and I felt my temper ticking. “If anyone had their reservations, do come out.” I said, waiting for the one I would make an example of. They knew better. No one dared to come out. I trained them well.

I watch as she melts into his arms, as she turns her face to him, an easy smile lighting up her features immediately. I have never wanted this, even if it is all Luca has been able to talk about since I became Alpha. Finding someone who becomes your weakness shouldn’t be something to look forward to, yet, in this moment, I find myself looking up again, towards the stairs. My eyes land on the empty stairwell. “There was a party,” Luca says, his second hand pushing a stray curl out of Nyra’s face. “Or to be specific, Isla thought it was fine to throw a party since we were out of town.”