Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"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.

"You may be fond of dying, not us. For god's sake, don't touch anything. We have to find a way out of here as soon as possible." She might feel wicked, but I didn't want to take a risk with our life. The above tube light switched on and off, affecting our vision. Meanwhile, I examined the floor and found traces of blood as if a human's body had been dragged and brought to the kitchen. The food seemed to be cooking in the cooker placed on the gasoline, but the cast of this house showed no one might have lived here. It was like a puzzle for us, and finding its answer was a dangerous task.

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.

(CAMERON’S POINT OF VIEW) The look of nihility in Blaze's orbs, how his blood gusted out of him, and how it ponded around him—everything flashed before my eyes, and I found myself craving to see it again, more of blood—there was this unquenchable hunger. It hauled me out of my position, and I went out to feed it, and the voices in my head couldn't agree more. "Do you really think you will get away with this?" In her bound-to-a-chair position, Mom demanded, and her husband was next to her, suffering the same fate.

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.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

James has been extremely busy with pack business since he has found his mate, his father is finally ready to stand down and name him Alpha of the pack. Stella was training with Nep out in the back patio of the main house, Stella was determined to become better and faster at shifting and also fighting in both forms. Taking a drink from her water bottle while Nep was talking to another pack member, she felt herself being pulled within her mind stepping into The another room. Looking around, the room has changed, it has become bigger and the forest that it opens onto looks to be thicker maybe. Athena trots from the forest, majestic as ever, “Hey girly, you got my call” Athenas large head shifte

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Cole replies him and I smirk, Just wait for me Blaze, just a little longer and I would have you get so attached to me you might as well be addicted. * |•BLISS•| I'm in the dark basement again, the stench of rotten food filling the air making it difficult for me to breathe. My breath comes out in gasps and I stay huddled to a side, I am suffocating. Suddenly I see her standing before me, her hands stretching towards me — my mother. Still gasping I reach out to hold her but it seems she is so far away that no matter how much I try to hold, my hands don't get any inch closer and then the roof is falling, coming right at me.. I am going to die. My mouth opens and a piercing scream leaves my mout