Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Only Minnie with a huge scar on her leg plus bruises here and there. "When I went into the tunnel, there was no one. As I reached the base, bodies were everywhere. But the lights were still on. I tried using my earpiece, but it's only statics. So I carry on with the procedure, finding survivors." She shook her head, "No one survived. The attack took time quite a while ago. Anyone wasn't shot in the fatal organs, died of blood loss or hunger," she sigh. Who would do that? What kind of monster killed hundreds of people down there? And how? I sigh.

I still gave Greyson a thankful smile though. "That's not all the bad news," Zander said, pointing to the map. "The rate of spread of the Blight in the north has almost doubled in speed. This whole area was found to have decayed over night, but the sad part is that there was a mother and her two children still in the farm when it happened. We couldn’t save them.” He announced and I felt a stab in my heart at the news. “At this rate, if Dorian doesn’t kill us all, then the blight will definitely wipe us out.” Greyson declared.

“It followed me. Or maybe I followed it.” The stone pulsed faintly in Lyra’s palm when she took it. A whisper, like a heartbeat. Lyra’s voice was steady. “You can’t keep this. It’s a beacon.” “I know.” But the girl made no move to take it back. In the morning, word arrived from the scouts. The Blightfields were stirring. Patches of corrupted soil had moved but without the sound or violence of an earthquake. Life around the region had withered. Wolves sent to track the terrain returned mad or didn’t return at all.

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?

"The dead don't need land. Besides, Horton is weak, and your father was a fool. This pack was long overdue for a change in leadership." I struggled to sit up. "What about the Blight? You knew it would kill innocent pack members—" "The Blight?" Marcus laughed. "That, my dear she-wolf, was our masterpiece. A poison designed to cripple the land… and your inconvenient little gift along with it." "What?" "Where do you think the corrupted energy came from?" He pulled out a small black vial. "A special poison, courtesy of Brynn. A few drops can contaminate an entire forest."

It was a map of the Silverfang Citadel—the fortress we thought was impenetrable. There was a red X marked deep beneath the castle. "The Alpha thinks he needs your blood to wake the Hunger," the letter continued. "But he is wrong. He needs your sacrifice. Do not come for me unless you are ready to kill the man I once called brother. The First Hunger is not a beast, Raven. It is a void. And it is starting to leak." Suddenly, the cave rumbled. The blue lilies began to flicker. The soft light turned an angry red.

The truth of the Pact was clear now, but what she was meant to do with that truth remained a fog. Behind her, Kael waded silently, hand on his sword. Erin was scouting the ridge. Lyra carried the map. And Jeremiah— She glanced back. Jeremiah was quiet again. Too quiet. They entered the Blightlands by dusk. What once had been a thriving border village lay in ruins — homes collapsed into ash, trees rotting where they stood. A gray mist curled around them, reeking of copper and old flame. Kael crouched by a scorched sigil on the ground. “Blood magic. Recent.”

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 ask trying to sound as brave as I can despite my pumping heart. "Stop talking!" He growls crawling closer to me on my bed. "Noooo!!! Please stop!!" I scream out loudly as the blade shines brightly the moment he raises it up ready to stab me. "Noooooooooo!!!" I jolted up immediately my heart thrumming against my chest erratically. My clothes were soaked in sweat and a sheer of sweat forming on my forehead. My eyes cleared up from their blurry state and that was when I noticed that, that was just another one of my nightmares.

The smell is sweet enough to choke on. “The Blight Trial,” the Herald announces, voice echoing through the glass dome. “The rules are simple: survive until nightfall. Nothing leaves the greenhouse until then. The plants will decide who stays… and who returns to the earth.” The ground splits with a hiss. Thick roots crawl across the floor like snakes.