Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Gray asks him, as we all take in the wreckage that was our camp. Strips of cloth and bent and broken metal, that just a few hours ago were tents, lay in tatters, skewered all over the ground. Tons of blood stains the dark brown forest floor. Torn pieces of bloodied flesh scattered across our campsite. I can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. Luckily, nobody is paying any attention to me. “They’ll be okay,” Bo answers, his blue eyes dark with the reality of our current situation. “I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.”

The usually clear stream that fed the gardens was murky, its waters thick and sluggish, a faint, unnatural glow pulsing beneath its surface. “By the ancient ones,” Edward breathed, his face pale. “What is this?” Sylas knelt beside a dying moonpetal, his hand hovering over it. “This is a blight,” he rumbled, his voice filled with sorrow. “A corruption. It feeds on life, on magic. It spreads… fast.” He looked up, his eyes meeting mine. “It is not natural. It is… sent.”

My eyes were wide open, finally Elias was by my side, boy was I glad to see him! A strange thing began to occur inside me just when I thought it was over. The pain started to grow, only this time it was worse than the bite, there was a fire burning inside me, I began to feel the worst kind of pain I’ve ever felt in all my thirty years of living. It was an excruciating pain— like torture!

"You said it before the second book when I was thirteen. You said it before the third. You said it before the fourth." Valentina is quiet for a moment. Jordi, reaching for more bread: "She's right, Mama." Noa, without looking up from her plate: "She usually is." The dinner continues. The table full. The gravity field is present in every person at it. The gravity field, three generations deep. The fifth book, not yet written. Not yet known. Look first. Understand second. Say third. She is looking.

He told him. "Ohh now it makes sense. Enzo must have put me under a spell that I forgot everything. Saint put me asleep. And in the morning when I was scared, Zee calmed me down. And wait, Max can read minds. Oh no. Am dead. Oh god". He held his head and Stephen laughed. "And what power do you have"? "Well as a vampire we have the power of lightning speed. But Blaze is different. Being Alpha, Blaze has the power to heal. Himself and others too. Even if someone has a fatal wound, Blaze can heal it quickly". He explained and Callum felt his eyes can’t be wide anymore.

The smell of blood, even in this rain is heavy. Another of my men falls, but we take five of theirs, but they keep on pressing. Ten more rush out from the trees to join the fray. A bright flash of lightning hits a tree nearby, cutting it in half. Then a ghostly howl is heard and another flash of lightning brings a cloaked figure and a wolf into view. It distracts the rogues and some of my men for just a moment. The hunter is here…

I left the pack for a reason, and if he wants to take me back, it's going to be with my corpse. I inhale a steady breath as I dig the knife into my flesh. I bite down on my teeth as it stings, and I could feel the blood trickling down my throat as I slowly drag it across. Blaze's eyes widen, panic filling them and he screams, "Stop!" he storms closer, and I drop my hand, gulping. "I'll leave," he mutters breathlessly, and I drop the knife, "Then go," I croak out and he stops in front of me, his eyes flicking between mine, "Are you insane?" he breathes out, his chest rising and falling fast.

Alyx stated. “Me either,” Rian added. I cocked my head to the side at the sound of his voice. “You’re lying.” “I am not.” “Yes, you are. You’re such a bad liar.” Alyx stated. I got up to get myself something to eat. After deciding on pizza, I grabbed something to drink and returned to the table. I brought my hand up and rubbed the side of my neck a little. It still hurt where Jarren bit me last night. The lack of blood caused me to sleep before I discovered what had been so tough about his day. I was still relieved that I hadn’t hurt him. I still didn’t know how to control the energies, and I could have killed him last night.

"Theo, come over here. Read this section over, would you?" I took the book from him, taking a seat across from him and leaning back into the plush of my chair as I read the writing on the page. Before long I felt my own brow furrow and my lips turn down as I registered what I was reading. The writer was telling of attacks, Rogue attacks, circling town for months and growing increasingly close. They talked about fires staring without warning, of the whole of their borders coated in flame. I thought back to the fire I had seen blazing in the distance the night I came upon Alpha Rhodes. I thought of the movie night, of the whisperings amongst the warriors about the attacks growing nearer to the

The Genesis Bloom, which had provided steady illumination for months, now flickered with the dying gasps of ancient consciousness, its luminous petals blackened at the edges as if touched by invisible flames. "It's accelerating," Damien said, his voice carrying the hollow exhaustion of someone who had spent the night fighting battles on multiple fronts. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually perfect posture spoke of supernatural strength pushed to its limits. "The blight isn't just killing the plants anymore. It's consuming their very essence, their accumulated decades of magical energy."