Author Hunger Games Novels & Stories

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

How was he handling the news of Burney’s death? "I like her," Craig said, slapping the table. He hushed his merriment as the girl from the front door walked over, bearing two massive trays of food, each one carrying the same meal. A fist sized piece of steak, covered in a white sauce topped with avocado, and a side of thick cut chips. Jud and I both stared warily at our food as the others dug in. I picked at a chip, as Jud started on his steak. "You'll have to excuse me," I said, putting my fork down..

I hear the metallic click of a gun being cocked as he shifts, retrieving his Glock from its holster at his back. Panic seizes my chest as he moves to stand. "Where are you going?" I cry, grabbing at his arm with trembling fingers. "You could get killed out there! Stay here!" I beg, my voice shrill with terror. A cocky smirk curves his lips as he leans in close, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear. "This isn’t my first rodeo, Andrea," He murmurs. Then he's gone, disappearing into the chaos as bullets continue to riddle the diner. I squeeze my eyes shut and clamp my hands over my ears, trying in vain to block out the deafening roar of gunfire. My heart thunders against my ribcage as I pray

He climbed on the bed and tried to sleep ignoring the pain in his head. After some hours he again woke up hungry and went to the kitchen. He examined each and every corner and found nothing. He ruffled his hair in frustration as he couldn't find anything. He drank three glasses of water to fill his tummy. Then he went to the front door and tried to open it, to look whether the milk man has brought milk. But it was locked from outside. Dae felt his stomach growl loudly. He went to the couch and lied there trying to ignore hunger and the pain in his head. Dae again opened his eyes feeling intense hunger and head ache. He looked at the clock and saw it was 7 PM. "AROON..", he yelled in frustr

A deep, unrelenting hunger that burned hotter than anything he had ever felt. --- The horde pressed forward, their guttural growls harmonizing into a maddening symphony of death. Yet, Bayo could sense more than just their movements. He could feel them—raw, unfiltered emotions crashing into him like tidal waves. He staggered as it intensified, clutching the side of a destroyed vehicle for support. His vision swam with flashes of distorted images: teeth gnashing, clawed hands tearing flesh, and endless, insatiable hunger.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

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!”

“We’re afraid you already have. The Hunger's influence—subtle, yes, but detected in your resonance spikes. It feeds on escalation, and your bond... amplifies it.” The Hunger’s attention sharpened then—not excitement, but approval, a ripple beneath my ribs like a lover's hand trailing lower, probing for yield. This was its design—not direct assault, but orchestration through others' fears, widening fractures between authority and trust, forcing choices that fed its inevitability.

GIGI'S POV As I staggered through the bush, my stomach grumbled in protest. The hunger pains were relentless, like tiny knives that never stopped twisting and turning in my gut. But I had to keep moving and keep fighting. Because in this wild, dangerous place, there were only two options: kill or be killed.

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.