Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Shirley's voice was distant, echoing metallically. My knees buckled and I spiraled down into the darkness. ____ The crunch of dead leaves and snap of twigs filled the eerie silence as I tore through the inky blackness of the forest. Branches whipped against my face, leaving stinging crimson welts. My chest heaved with each ragged breath. I resisted the urge to look over my shoulder. The sound of pursuit was unmistakable - the inexorable approach of whatever fresh hell was hunting me tonight. Harsh panting seemed to echo from every direction, surrounding me in an ever-tightening noose.

"I tried to save them! I tried!" "Zane! Snap out of it!" Blaze’s voice was a distant roar, but even Blaze was swaying, his russet eyes clouded with the memories of the wars he had started in his youth. The psychic hunger was absolute. Every trauma, every scar, every moment of pure, unadulterated grief within a five-mile radius was being harvested by the Heir. The child was feeding on the "darkness" of the living to build its own physical form. With every memory Zane relived, the violet light in the distance grew taller, more solid, turning the sky into a bruised, pulsing mess.

More- I was curious. Anna grabbed my hand to protect me, and Bell did the same. I twisted the stem. The coldness leaped along my arm like an iced spirit freed from a spring. The blow was mild against the soggy bite of my own body. The hatch opened, and the darkness beyond was denser; it seemed to swell into the new side, smoothing shadow. We flinched away, opposed to touching this initial blackness. I was sure it was not nighttime yet. Anna gazed at her wristwatch, and it sent chills down her spine when she noticed the hands of the clock were juggling.

Ami spent little time standing around and bolted from the soft know the hunt had began and that she was the prey. ... Three nights had passed as Ami was hunted down by the shadows. The wound in her side wasn't healing properly and infection was sure to set in if she didn't escape and yet she didn't have the strength to go on as she dry heaved stomach bile onto the forest floor. "Damn those cursed creatures. And damn me if I die here." Ami said to herself as she shakily got to her feet and dragged herself onward through the darkness, listening as one of the shadows screeched. "Damn it." Ami said as she moved just a bit faster, knowing that the hunt was drawing to an end. They were growing bor

The other two followed suit and together, they rushed to get out of Blaze’s sight. A wave of vertigo swamped Lilith, and she squeezed her eyes shut, gasping with nausea. “Lilith?” Blaze called. “Lilith, are you alright?” She shook her head, eyes still shut, alone in the dark and the tearing wind with just the pounding of her heart. She forced her eyes open. Blaze was staring down at her. The sleeve of his shirt had been torn away and there was a long bloody claw mark along his left arm.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Holly acted like she couldn't see Luke's whole demeanor crumbling. She turned back to Yoel, all smiles, and playfully tugged at his hand. "Honey, I'm starving. Weren't we supposed to go out for dinner?" Yoel looked down at Holly's gentle tug on his arm, his eyes softened from the touch. After they left, Melissa tried to pull Luke along, but he stood like a statue. He didn't budge an inch. Melissa's patience was thinning when, out of nowhere, Luke doubled over and spat out a mouthful of blood. He swayed and then fell to the ground, passed out cold.

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

I need medication, what the fuck is wrong with me! Again, Stella thought she saw Jack in the truck. The bus took off, Stella tried to look back but couldn’t see the truck. Stella took some deep breaths, palming the back of her neck realising she had a headache and her neck where the bite was aching. The doctor said she would have some soreness there for some time as the muscles would have been damaged. Stella got off at her stop and walked home. Brittney had left food in the fridge for her.