Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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 nodded my head yes with wide eyes. We were still basking in the sweetness like no one else was around when a loud bang interrupted us. The loud bang makes every muscle tense as I freeze, and my eyes lock on the devil himself. "Get a fucking hotel room when you're in heat!" Blaze kicks off against the lockers and combs his fingers through his dark chocolate hair before waltzing towards the exit. Blaze is Monty's best best friend, our pack's next Alpha, but he's heartless and a jerk.

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.

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."

I was no better than he was. I scrambled to my feet and again attacked the window with all the force of a crazy person refusing to go quietly to their death. “I’m up here! ” I screamed, though I doubted they could hear me. “Help me! ” I thrashed against the window with everything I had, desperate for someone to somehow hear me. My vision began to blacken around the edges as my head began to get foggy and lightheaded. I forced my eyes to focus on the lights outside the window, but it was a losing battle. The smoke was cutting off my oxygen supply and slowly killing me.

Noticing my gaze, Leon cleared his throat. "Is it nice?" "Yeah, it's nice." He smiled to himself, and his eyes burned. "Then keep looking." I blushed, wanting to turn away, but he raised an eyebrow and leaned in close before whispering, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My heart raced like a drum, but I tried to stay calm. "Not really. I'm more afraid you won't be able to control yourself." "Is that so?" Leon looked at me with renewed interest.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

She groaned and sat down at the table, picking at the food with the fork and turning it around in the plate. "You're overthinking this Megan It's not poisoned, it couldn't possibly be poisoned." She repeatedly told herself but still she just could not bring the food to her mouth. "Megan..." She cautioned again but she still couldn't. Her tummy grumbled again, loudly this time. The door was suddenly thrown open and she flinched, moving her gaze towards the door. Omar stood at the door for a second as his gaze scanned the room briefly before they landed on her, she stood up when he walked in and he rushed to grab her in his arms. She sprang forward from her seating position, running into his

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

It is a map of how we got here, and the map leads forward, not back, and the forward path is lit by the match we have just struck. The house holds its breath around us. The kitchen wing is setting the table for dinner, and the dinner hour is approaching, and the formal dining room is lit with candles and set with polished silver plates, and the household is moving through its rhythms, and none of them know that the heir to the Armenise syndicate has just chosen a translator over his blood oath, and the choice is irrevocable, and the consequences have not yet begun to arrive. But they will. The candle in the chapel is out, and the ledger is waiting in the dark, and the fuse is lit.