Novel & Cerita Blight Hunger Games

I never fucking cry but the pain of my sister's death is too much to bear . My mum doesn't say anything but runs away from me and goes upstairs . I hear the door close shut and she releases a blood curdling scream. She wails loudly and I can hear her throwing things everywhere. "Fuck !" I whisper as my body slumps down on the ground . ****** Bloom pov I'm greeted with complete darkness as I wake up. My whole body feels like its on fire and I might just die .I can barely breathe because my head is covered in a black hood. I try to move my arms and legs but the metal cuffed around my skin stings me .

It was full, for now. Finn brought the next problem, he had taken to patrolling the woods, not as a hunter of monsters, but as a scout. He came back at noon on the fourth day, looking pale. “It’s the blight,” he said, drinking quickly from a bucket by the well. “But it’s not just killing the crops. It’s... moving.” Ash straightened up, stopping from sharpening his knife. “Moving? How?” “Like a tide,” Finn said, eyes wide. “The dead patch around the mill is spreading, slowly but surely and not just grass dying. The trees at the edge lose their leaves, and the birds are gone. It’s... a stillness and it’s swallowing the sounds.”

the memory of the famine and turning it into Un-Optimized Strength. The Lord of the Blood-Grain shrieked as his scythe of teeth was overgrown by the living iron-wheat. His cloak of desiccated silk was shredded by the "Too Much" energy of a crop that grew from the void. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the copper horizon. "THE EAST HAS SATISFIED ITS OWN DEBT. THE FAMINE IS OVER-WRITTEN". The Locust-Liquidator shrieked as his chitinous form was crushed by the rising "Authentic Harvest" of our history. He vanished into a spray of dry chaff and cyan dust, his vectors incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart can grow in the Dark.

“Nothing yet. But we’ll keep looking, Ava. I promise.” I sipped my coffee and winced at the bitter taste. “I just feel so helpless.” “We all do,” Chris said. “But we can’t give up hope. Not now. Not when we’re so close…” Swallowing the black coffee and ignoring the way it burned my throat, I turned to look out the window. Outside, the pack was bustling along as usual, the blight momentarily forgotten now that the Packhouse had been neutralized. If only they knew that one of our own now harbored the blight inside of him. Maybe that was why the science team had been able to find and destroy the catalysts in the Packhouse; the spores had found a new host.

"At this rate I'll end up killing half the city." "You will get better." He said as I nodded. We took the bodies to a mountain and burned them all. We waited till they were ashes and then spread it all over the mountain. *End of flashback* I looked at him and nodded. We went to his kitchen and had a glass of blood. I so needed this. "Thirsty are we?" He asked while looking at my empty glass. "Its been an intense training. I needed my blood dose." I grinned. He chuckled.

Black blood oozed up through her white shirt. "Ungrateful daughter. You never were good enough," she spat. Black blood leaked from the corner of her mouth. I knew she thought that about me, but hearing her say it was still a blow. It brought that warm happiness down even lower. Isabell twisted her fingers. Icy dark pain lanced through my shoulder again, forcing it to move. Just like a poison, it had infected me, giving her control over my limb. I watched as my hand drew the sword from her chest. She rose as I was pushed backward. The warm pink light died within me as the darkness took over.

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

I called it “Tuesday got really, really bad.” The metallic scent of blood was everywhere, mixing with smoke from our burning homes. I remember touching my mother’s cold face and asking her to wake up, please wake up, because I didn’t know how to work the stove and I was going to starve. Kids, right? Even in trauma, we worry about the weirdest things. That’s when they found me, four boys and their father, Alpha Magnus of the Elxra pack. The youngest boy, Kael, who was barely older than me, took one look at my tear-streaked face and announced, “Dad, can we keep her?”

"But the people—" "The people are already dead, Kael!" Alistair interrupted, his voice sharp with frustration. "They just haven't stopped walking yet! Do you really think this city can be saved by one boy turning himself into a waste bin? The blight isn't some divine curse. It’s an alchemical failure. A manufactured famine that went out of control." Kael’s head snapped up. "What do you mean, manufactured?"

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m