Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Anger rises so fast it makes my vision blur. “They turned my whole line into a secret lock,” I say. Kael looks at me, then back at the page. His voice is colder now. “There’s more.” He turns another page. This time the words appear faster, like they’ve been waiting too long to be read. If the gate opens fully, the packs will not fall by fang or war. They will fall by hunger from the old dark beneath them. Silence. The torch in Kael’s hand cracks softly. Neither of us moves. “Hunger?” I say finally.

The soft rustling became a sharp, synchronized hiss. "Ambush!" Lucas roared. From the canopy above, figures dropped like stones. They weren't wolves. They were the Blight-Walkers—men and women whose bodies had been twisted by the Sleeper’s Root, their skin grey and cracked, their eyes glowing with that same violet fire they had seen in Vargos.

Dinner came fast and everybody settled themselves into the chairs they were in earlier, all except for Trysten and Claire. Now that I think of it, I haven't seen Trysten all day. “He's trying to help Claire control her fire right now,” Hyene leaned over to whisper in my ear. I turned to look at her. Stop reading my thoughts. Nathan turned to us and gave Hyene a stern look, but she just laughed lightly and focused her attention back on dinner. I leaned over close to Hyene. “How come you are the only one not immune to my, uh,” What do I call this? “Condition?”

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

I was done. I blink back the blood seeping past my eye. It burns my vision, but I welcome the moisture. Father gave me a beating I would never forget. He beat me badly and I thought it was over. Until pain like no other radiated from the pit of my stomach, poison. My father had poisoned me. If it weren't for Jed, I think he would have killed me. I had come home and seen a few bottles of scotch on the dinner table, I don't know what could have caused father to drink so heavily, because he never did, but whatever it was, it was bad.

*Dahlia* *DAHLIA* *DAHLIAAAAA* *I’m horny* *Like really horny* *I can’t get in the mood with anyone else. You have to save me* *I’m dying, actually dying and I have proof* I stared at my phone in horror as another message came through. This one was a photo. Every instinct I had screamed at me not to open it. Nothing good could come from opening a photo sent by Jace Blackmoor at midnight after he’d just told me he was horny. *Don’t click it,* Mena begged. *For the love of the Goddess, don’t click it.*

As I pull at the darkness, the shocks intensify, but they actually get more pleasurable. I don’t understand, I can feel Athena now, faint, but excited. I forget about focusing on the pull, and focus on the pleasure instead. The shocks ease the soreness, fill me with warmth. I relax, letting my hands trail down his arm, before he lifts my head up and slams it into the floor. I hear a sickening crack, and everything goes black. I dream of a black ops team, sliding through a portal, into a cavern that does not trigger the warning system for King Lobo’s territory. I dream that Kira and Vashti, two high ranking officers, breach the well system for the territory. It leads everywhere, every home an

Didn’t see me. I’d lost her before she opened her eyes. The Hunger had her now. The ground cracked under my boots, veins of light spidering through the stone as if the world itself was breaking apart under her will. The creatures that had swarmed us were writhing, their bodies burning from the inside as silver fire consumed them. They didn’t even scream—they couldn’t. The sound had been ripped out of their throats. And the rift— The rift was closing. But not because we’d won.

Damian sheathed blade final slick, aura expansive dominant: “Witness victory carved. Veins severed—academy breathes. Council alliances hold... barely. Return quad—debrief iron.” But Elara’s crystal pulsed dire crimson-storm frenzy apocalyptic: Third vein colossal below-chamber bowels—hunger incarnate rising colossal, blood-tithe demanding heirs direct, personal. Bond-echo visceral: It's here for us—jaws wide, cock-hard. Game cataclysm escalated obscene—ruins trembling prelude roar earth-fuck. Hunger laughed throat-close wet: Bleed now... my lesson eternal... heirs' essence mine.