Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Mina’s POV: If I didn’t need him I would have killed him by now. I honestly don’t know how the hell any of this even happened. The last thing I remember is telling Rimmy to leave me and get Tru to Lahni. I was sure I was going to die on that ground. But somehow I woke up to a grumpy ass Blaze and his mix fucking signals. which is pissing me the fuck off. Like right now he has been silent since he stabbed me with the blade dipped in hell fire. “You have to eat M, that’s the only way you’re going get your strength up and heal.” He said handing me a plate full of unseasoned mystery meat. Because we had no idea what kind of animals these were, on top of having no kind of herbs, spices, sauce, g

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”

​The rooftop garden of the Neo-Global Spire was no longer a sanctuary; it was a graveyard of black glass and suffocating vines. Julian, the "Apex Protocol," was still screaming, his perfect silk suit shredded as the Black Blight, the "Void-Strain" released from the Arctic, began to consume his very DNA. ​"Ren, Maya, get back!" Leo Vane roared, his amber-etched arm vibrating with a frequency that felt like glass grinding in his veins. "The air is toxic. The Blight isn't just killing the plants; it's rewriting the atmosphere!"

“Hey, we all have our hobbies. Mine just happens to be a bit messier than most.” I can’t help but smirk at his nonchalance. It’s classic Blight - unapologetically brutal, taking pleasure in the violence that’s a necessary part of our existence. I shake my head, half in amusement, half in resignation. “Just make sure you haven’t left any alive. We can’t afford any more surprises.” Blight nods, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Checked them all. They won’t be shifting into anything ever again.”

Killian gasped, his eyes wild and bloodshot, "then I’ll be something better. I’ll be the one who kills the monster." He smashed the vial on the floor. A thick, grey fog began to fill the room—not the Void, and not the Shadow. It was The Blight—the ancient poison specifically designed to kill Primals. My mother screamed as the fog touched her skin, her silver light flickering out. Malachi tried to reach me, but the fog was a physical barrier, choking the life out of anyone who wasn't a "Pure" wolf. I stood in the center of the poison, the bone crown glowing brighter and brighter. I was the only one who could breathe.

CASSANDRA I survived the Blightwood. Barely. The memories came back to me in jagged flashes, like shards of broken mirror pressed too close to my eyes. The searing pain in my lungs as I ran, the stench of rot curling into my throat, the sensation of the forest closing in around me—not just the trees, but something beneath them. Something old. Watching. Waiting. The roots hadn’t just tangled around my legs. They’d tightened. Bitten. Like they wanted to drag me down into the earth and keep me there. Feed me to whatever lived below the moss and stone.

I was shuffling closer to Trey when he came sliding over spitting blood to the side. "You can keep her! You wanted her so damn bad then you can take care of that useless bitch!" Trey growled in response and stood up. Seconds later a hand Yanked Brandon out of sight and into the Blizzard, I reached for Trey but as soon as I did, he too was yanked away… "No! Freckles run! Go!!" "Bax! Help me!" Then the Blizzard leveled out all at once, the snow settling in a single wave. Brandon was pinned by one zombie and Trey was currently fending off three. I ran to help Trey.

" He reached into his rags and pulled out a handful of dust. It wasn't gray dust. It was red. Rust-colored. He blew it up the shaft. "Go," he whispered. "Blight the roots. Starve the Stone." THE BLIGHT MAYA’S P.O.V. I sat in the branches of the Great Oak the Martha Tree on the porch of the farmhouse ruins (now a shrine in the middle of the city). I was listening to the roots. Usually, the roots sang. They hummed with water and nitrogen and life. Tonight, they were screaming. Thirst. Thirst. Thirst.

** --- **The First Blight** By dawn, the wasteland begins to *change*. Patches of grass sprout around the sapling, lush and green-but their roots writhe like serpents, strangling a survivor who strays too close. His body dissolves into mulch, feeding the soil. The survivors retreat, but Jarek lingers, his prosthetic arm-now fused with Keep shards-glowing faintly. "It's not just growing," he says, crouching to inspect a carnivorous flower. "It's *learning*." The flower snaps at his fingers, its petals lined with teeth. He incinerates it with a pulse from his prosthetic. "The Rootmother's memories are in the soil. It knows how you fight."