Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

he said, moving toward her with desperation that made him more dangerous, "if you kill me, you kill them. All seventeen." Behind him, the sanctuary entrance distorted. Ash appeared first—barely mobile, his consciousness fragmenting from effort of maintaining physical form without functional mate bond. Behind him came Kade with remaining warriors. Behind them came the Council, manifesting in full power. And suspended between all of them: the seventeen enslaved Starborn, conscious enough to understand what was happening, desperate enough to understand all possible outcomes meant pain. Ash moved toward Raven. Each step required enormous effort. His consciousness was burning through whatever rec

Almost. ******** That night I was plagued by visions of lifeless, brown eyes, staring at me, filled with accusation. It didn’t matter how many times Max and Jonas told me it wasn’t my fault, in my heart, I knew it was. The girl, Ginny, must have been so scared, terrified. I knew that kind of fear. They said that she’d been tortured and bitten. What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain.

He smiled again, a broken thing. “Enjoy that steak for the both of us.” Then he closed his eyes, awaiting the only embrace he could have with her. And she drove the blade into his chest. Present Day · Age 18 · Redmoor Academy Sierra Vale shot upright, gasping like she’d surfaced from drowning in oil. The shadows screamed inside her head—chittering, slithering, howling in dead languages. They wanted blood. They wanted freedom. They wanted home. She gritted her teeth and scrambled for the vial under her pillow: blue glass, silver stopper, laced with nightbloom and silentroot. Her fingers trembled as she uncorked it and downed it in one gulp.

Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her. "What do we do now" asked Bong who smelled like shit. He just peed on his pants earlier. "Just wait on my signal" she whispered. Her eyes not leaving the Badblood. Below her were the villagers with their spears and swords ready. Fear was clear on their faces but it was overpowered by the determination to fight for their village. The Badblood closed her eyes and when she opened it in a second, they were gray. Her pupils gone and everything around it gone.

"It's highly likely we'll freeze to death in this weather if our car breaks down." The new year came three months after the zombie outbreak. The snow hadn't stopped over the past month, and the frostiness had slowed the rotting of the zombies' corpses. The zombies themselves had also slowed. We didn't have much food left but still decided to have a hearty meal on New Year's Eve. We made steak and fried chicken, even popping open our last bottle of wine to celebrate. "Happy New Year!" We wanted to celebrate the new year and the fact that we were still alive.

Damon was hitting him continuously and man almost bled to the death. "Damn, man... you are really stubborn..." He chuckled while tossing the stick away and sitting on the chair while panting. "We'll continue again after my break but till then my friends will take care of you." The man was literally skinned alive. Yang nodded at Damon and opened the box. Yibo started screaming when rats climbed on his body hungrily. Mira closed her eyes and turned around as she felt her lunch coming back to her throat. She ran out and gasped for the fresh air.

We couldn't afford to let our guard down, not in this deadly game. As we ventured deeper into the wilderness, the darkness of the night surrounded us, and the eerie sounds of the forest served as a constant reminder of our perilous situation. But we pressed on, fueled by the memory of Jannah's sacrifice and the determination to emerge victorious. The Hunger Games had taken a dark turn, and the path ahead was uncertain, but we would face whatever challenges came our way as a united and unwavering team.

At the head of the table sat the High Sovereign, a man whose face was hidden behind a mask of pure gold. "Alpha Rhea of the Silver Bane," the Sovereign’s voice echoed, amplified by the hall’s acoustics. "You have defied the Council, destroyed our assets, and claimed a prototype as your mate. Under normal circumstances, you would be executed. But these are not normal times. The Blight has mutated. It has reached the Southern ports." Rhea stepped forward, her heels clicking on the glass floor. "If the Blight is in your ports, it’s because you created it. You built the fire, Sovereign. Now you're upset that your house is burning."

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.