Novel & Cerita Author Hunger Games

Zendaderi would never forget the hunger as they bled him dry. Hunger had burned holes in him, crawled through him, eaten at him from the inside out. To survive he had slept, heart and lungs ceasing so that what little blood his body retained, he kept. He woke only when food was near. Always alone, unable to move, in agony. He had learned hatred. He had learned rage. He had learned there was a place where there was nothing, only stark, ugly emptiness and the burning desire for revenge.

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

CHAPTER 124: THE HUNGER OF THE NEW GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a birth is rarely a beautiful thing—it’s a bloody, violent struggle for air in a world that wants to keep you small. But this? This wasn't a birth. It was an awakening of a hunger so ancient, so primal, that the very air in the "Project Genesis" dome seemed to curdled into ash.

Bodies—lifeless, motionless. The thick scent of blood and smoke, burning my lungs. And then— Her. My daughter. Standing in front of me, wide-eyed, trembling. Her small hands curled into fists, fear written all over her tiny face. And me? I was reaching for her Fingers stretching forward, trembling, shaking— But not with love. Not with the need to comfort. With **hunger**. A deep, primal hunger that wasn’t mine. Or maybe it was. I sucked in a breath, forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me blurred and wavered. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my face, rubbing at the cold sweat that clung to my skin.

"It is not a gift. It is a hunger. The power he used today... it has a cost. Every time he uses it, it hollows him out a little more. It burns the humanity away" She stepped back into the shadows. "Watch his eyes, Mother. Watch them closely. When the hazel is gone... when the white is gone... and only the black remains..." She faded into the gloom. "Then you will wish you had let us unbind him." I stood alone on the ridge. Below me, the celebration roared on. But up here, in the silence, I felt the chill of the North settle over my heart again. I looked down at my son. He was laughing, chasing a firefly. A hunger, she had said. I turned and ran back down the hill. I needed to hold him. I nee

She didn’t even know which one. Her teeth hit skin. not gentle. Instinct. Hunger. The pressure in her mouth snapped. Sharp. Sudden. Lena sucked in a breath as something shifted along her gums. not just pain anymore. Something… pointed. Her tongue brushed it by accident… and froze. Too sharp. Her stomach dropped. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t… The thought didn’t finish. Because the hunger surged and everything else disappeared. The first taste hit…and the world broke. Vance sucked in a sharp breath.

she promised softly, her eyes shining with a fierce, absolute devotion. The submission in her voice vanished, replaced by a raw, unadulterated hunger that matched my own. I couldn't take the distance anymore. I leaned down and slammed my lips against hers, breaking the six months of starvation with a fierce, violent kiss that tasted of rain, salt, and absolute possession.

Denver shared my sentiment on the matter, not only because he was my best friend but also because he stood to lose something in this deal as well. "The alpha who wins stands to gain a lot more than he's truly worthy of." Denver licked the bottom of his lips as his gaze glazed over in thought, "What if you rig the games and neither one of them wins." "I thought about that but I'd have to know what the games are beforehand and my father isn't giving any details away. I haven't even found anything about the games in his journals or on his laptop. He probably assumed the Alphas would do anything to win so he's keeping all his plans safely away from them, or anyone else who comes snooping around

Nora said. "You've read that same page three times. I counted." The girl took another bite and held out her hand. "Demi Okafor. Pre-law. I'm here on the Harwick Academic Scholarship and I've already decided I'm not going to be afraid of anything on that island. which is either very brave or very stupid Nora looked at the hand, then shook it. "Nora Ashby. Ancient Linguistics." "What's your scholarship?" "Academic. Harwick endowment."

He swallowed hard. "I'm hungry." ********************************* ~MATHIAS'S POV~ The world was too loud. The rain outside sounded like gunfire. Tate's heartbeat was a thunderclap in my ears. The smell of Daxon's sweat, the iron tang of Tate's blood pumping through her veins... it was overwhelming. And the hunger. It wasn't like wolf hunger. Wolf hunger was a fire in the belly. This was a void. A clawing, desperate emptiness that screamed to be filled.