Blight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

I push it down , through my hands, into the building, into the screaming city bedrock. The effect is immediate. Vile. A wave of blight radiates out from our building. Not fire. Not ice. Decay . Pavement cracks, blackening like rotten teeth. Parked cars rust into orange dust in seconds. The nearest Pyre Cultist’s summoned flame gutters and dies, replaced by a creeping, grey mold that races up his robes. The frozen golem doesn't shatter. It crumbles , collapsing into a pile of lifeless, brittle sand. A wave of putrid, earthy stench rolls over us. The street below… dies. Plants wither. Metal corrodes. A localized scar of utter desolation.

Her claws bit into my skin, drawing blood. "Oh, look," she said. "She's bleeding. Guess that means she's ripe for the picking, huh?" I heard a low growl. The blonde girl stood, moving to block the dark-haired girl. "Back off," she said quietly. "You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does."

“It followed me. Or maybe I followed it.” The stone pulsed faintly in Lyra’s palm when she took it. A whisper, like a heartbeat. Lyra’s voice was steady. “You can’t keep this. It’s a beacon.” “I know.” But the girl made no move to take it back. In the morning, word arrived from the scouts. The Blightfields were stirring. Patches of corrupted soil had moved but without the sound or violence of an earthquake. Life around the region had withered. Wolves sent to track the terrain returned mad or didn’t return at all.

Lucia stopped when the next moment, the entire place was filled with mist and I could not see anything aside from the white mist blocking my eyesight from seeing my surroundings. "Lucia? Are you still there? Orion?" I panicked. I haven't read about River of Flames much and I'm afraid that we would just suddenly be poisoned by this mist or there is something that will suddenly swallow us whole while we stood there. "I'm here, Ophelia. I'm fine. It's just, I'm a little uncomfortable that I can't see anything. This mist is getting to my nerves," I heard Lucia. "Orion?" I called but no one answered. So I talked to Raja in my mind.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

Lunch time. After three class of human biology and chemistry, she finally got to eat, she needs a lot of energy to control her thirst for snapping at her mate. Rumours said that Blaze was a student last year, he graduated even though he didn't have to, it means that he knew about the medical course. It's such a shame for him to no be a doctor but at least Mia felt proud of her mate being strong, smart and hot, really hot. "Noah why you didn't tell me that you are a hybrid?" Mia asked as soon as they sat at a table with their burgers from McDonald's that they've ordered who is close to their campus.

The blade’s edge bit colder than the wind gnawing through my coat, colder than the void where Lira’s laugh used to live. Rot. It hit me first as a stench. My knuckles wept flesh, black veins spidering up my arms like cracks in a shattered window. Vorath writhed inside me, a thousand teeth grinding my bones to dust. I hadn’t eaten in days. Didn’t need to. The parasite feasted well. “You’re dying.”

“Heh. Bet he won’t ever hurt his pride.” Without looking back, Byul made his way on the street. The dirt road was filled with the evidence of massacre. There were lots of corpse lying on the ground and the rotten stench could be smelled even from a mile away. Ah this is it. The outbreak of the apocalypse. Byul lifted his head and inspected the place. Judging by the sight, this was a normal Zombie thriller movie. No mutation, no abilities, just pure hug-loving zombies. Although it was only his suspicion, Byul still felt that everything doesn’t add up.