Author Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Alessandro set me down in the center of the room, my legs still quite unsteady. His hands didn't leave my waist even as he stepped back to stare at me. His eyes were dark with desire. "What?" I mouthed as his eyes were raking hungrily over me, somewhat slowly. It was the same deep seated hunger that I had witnessed at the bar two weeks ago. He circled around me like a predator assessing its prey, and I stood frozen, unsure what to do or say. Then he finally came to a stop in front of me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his sexy body.

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

I nod my head and she continues “ I am a werewolf and the mate of the beta in Ravenous pack” I heard the word that I've been my nightmare since my dad left me “ What? Do you say ravenous pack? I mean the group of people that killed my dad. Why didn't you tell me all these while I am friends with my enemy.” I couldn't believe my ears that I was friend with my enemy

Was Gabe—her friend, her teacher—really part of this monster? “He hid from me for a long time,” the Hunger said, stepping closer. Wheat on his arm withered and turned black. “He thought if he taught a human to bake, his debt would be done. But all he did was hand me a new soul. I’ve never tasted an Avery before.” The whole room started shaking. Flames in the fireplace shattered like glass. Through the mud house window, June saw the Void outside, full of frozen worlds—billions of them—waiting to be eaten.

-Katherine- My entire body is on fire, but I find myself unable to move or call out. My mouth hurts, and my gums feel like I’ve chewed on too much Doritos and got shards stuck in them. With heavy eyelids, I drift off to sleep, but a few hours later something claws at my stomach and I wake up. Hunger - soul-splitting hunger. “What the fuck are you doing, little lamb?” Gabriel’s voice interrupts my chewing and I peer up at him while chewing at the leftover pizza in the fridge. I’ve had six slices, but nothing is stopping this fucking feeling.

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

Always watching. I looked at the tray. Watery broth, a chunk of bread gone stale at the edges. Steam rose in thin curls, filling the air with the faint scent of onion. My stomach growled, loud enough to make my cheeks burn. But I stayed still. Hunger was familiar. Hunger was another chain. Still… Cassian’s words haunted me. Survival isn’t about pride. It’s about being alive tomorrow to make another choice. I reached for the bowl. The metal was warm against my fingers. Slowly, I ate. Every swallow scraped against my throat, every bite tasted like rust. It felt like defeat, but it was fuel. Not for Reyes. For me.

My hunger had reached its limit, and the scent of nourishment overwhelmed my willpower. With trembling hands, I picked up the fork and took a small bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, satisfying my hunger and awakening a long-forgotten pleasure. The men observed my capitulation with a mix of relief and satisfaction, as if fulfilling their duty to ensure my survival. As the days turned into weeks, this ritual of nourishment and submission became a routine. Each meal brought with it a delicate dance of resistance and acquiescence. I tried to maintain my independence, my spirit unyielding, but the persistent pangs of hunger weakened my resistance.

It's like a living thing inside me, demanding to be fed. "Stay back," I tell Wendy. "I don't want to hurt you." She looks at me, and I can see the fear and concern in her eyes. "What are you talking about?" I don't answer. I can't. My hunger is too strong, too overpowering. I open my eyes and see the Silver Hunters drawing closer, their weapons at the ready. I can't hold back any longer. I lunge forward and sink my teeth into the first one who gets close enough.

Just grabbed a fork and started eating straight from the container, standing at the counter. The noodles were too hot and burned my tongue, but I didn’t care. I just kept shoveling them into my mouth, angry at myself, angry at the situation, angry at how everything had gotten so complicated. “This is your fault,” I muttered to myself between bites. “You had one job. One simple job. Get close to him, use him for revenge, don’t catch feelings. How hard is that?” Apparently very hard when the man in question was Jonathan Hart. I stabbed at the noodles viciously, sauce splattering onto the counter.