Author Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She threw her hands in air like a nagging lady. With a smooth move, Lara brought out her other gun— she flicked both guns with her fingers, aimed at the men in black and shot at them unforgivably. Two down, four down! Their blood sprinkled in the air as they fell dead on the floor. Quickly Lara continued her race up the stairs. “Jack do something!” She called out angrily. “I’m on it boss! There’s a tough firewall”. “Do it quickly, I can’t climb these stairs forever!” Lara began to sound out of breath, she stopped to rest a little. The building was so large and high up.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

HE DOES NOT BELONG. Luca looked up, finally irritated. "Yeah." Marco laughed through the network—a nervous laugh, but a real one—because somehow Luca remained Luca, even now. The Hunger attacked again. Thousands of golden tendrils erupted from its form, each capable of destroying worlds, each moving faster than light. The battlefield exploded. Elias's fleets fired, the Architect unleashed silver stars, the Witness opened its eye, and the Void King struck with darkness. The attacks collided, and reality shattered. But the Hunger kept advancing, straight toward Luca. It was obsessed now, desperate and terrified, because Hope represented something it could never consume: a future not yet writte

I could still feel it in the air from earlier, faint but persistent, like it had soaked into the walls of the academy itself. Jayden Fisher Hale. I closed my eyes and cursed under my breath. I did not want answers from books or councils or ancient prophecies whispered by men who had forgotten what real hunger felt like. I did not want diluted samples or guarded explanations meant to keep power balanced and people comfortable. I wanted a taste. Just one.

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

That consumed Hope's agony. Hunger was vast. Was terrible. Was incomprehensibly powerful. It had no form. No shape. No body. It was pure appetite. Pure consumption. Pure devouring. It filled the between-space. Was the between-space. Was made of twisted reality and impossible existence. You cannot fight me, Hunger communicated. Not words. Not thoughts. Pure knowing transmitted directly into consciousness. I am older than nothing. I am older than something. I am older than existence itself. I am Hunger. I am eternal. I am absolute. You cannot fight me. You cannot defeat me. You cannot free your Hope. Hope is mine. Hope is food. Hope is sustenance. I feed on Hope's suffering. I consume Hope's p

But he had a heart of gold, he was probably the only boy I would let near my sister, ever. And that was saying a lot. “How is he?” I mused absentmindedly picking at my wilted chicken sandwich. “He’s great, he’s right here actually let me call him over,” before I could tell her not to worry because I didn’t want to disturb him. Another thing about Hiro was he was always working, always. He had a dream of starting his own game development company, and I knew he would make it one day. There was shuffling on the other side of the phone, “HIRO!”

[Livy] This is not a game I want to play because it isn’t really a game. He will kill my Mama and make me watch because he wants me to come out. He’s trying to hurt my Uncle. This is about more than just me and Mama. Before, with the bad men, I knew it wasn’t a game either and that the computer was lying to me to make me feel better about hurting them. She didn’t need to go through that much trouble. I wanted to hurt them. Just like the bad men before hurt mama and me, and killed my nanny, Sally. I wanted them to feel pain for making me hurt. I know that means I’m not a very good girl, but sometimes good people have to do bad things.

His words soothed me, and I finally felt a bit of calm. Back home, I collapsed into sleep. Waking up the next day, I found Chester bustling in the kitchen. He looked out with a worried expression and asked, "Feeling hungry? Dinner's almost ready." I gave a small nod and drifted over to the dining table, my feet barely touching the ground. However, when I saw what was on the plate, it was like my blood turned to ice. Liver pâté. Of all things.

Lena's brain froze for several seconds, her finger pointing at herself, "Me... mine?" "Um." James went upstairs. Lena found it funny that if Hunter had really listened to her, he would have taken her to see Mr. H. Thinking of Mr. H, she would feel a bit of resistance towards the person lying down. Mr. H was so good, did nothing, Hunter's disgust towards him was simply inexplicable. Hunter's brow furrowed tightly, as if he were dreaming. Dreamt of a bottomless abyss swamp, dreamt of many poisonous insects slowly crawling up from the feet, the person above said, it was to build courage, because the place he was going to in the future was a hundred times more terrifying than here.