Bloodbath Hunger Games Novels & Stories

And she stepped onto the battlefield to face Marcus Blackthorn head on. ************************************ ~TATE'S POV~ ~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~ "From depths where light has never been, From shadows thick and caverns grim, I call the hunger, call the pain, To feast upon my foe's refrain. By blood I've spilled and oaths I've sworn, By every soul that's been forsworn, Let darkness coil and serpents bite, Devour strength and steal their might. With shattered bone and raven's cry, I bid their courage wither, die.

It tastes like power. I want more. I drain him of his blood. He falls to the ground. I go after the others. I catch another. I tear into his throat. I feel the hot blood flowing into my mouth. I am so hungry. I drain him, too. I finish with him and move onto the next. I am not myself. I do not know who I really am. I only know I am an animal, thirsty for blood. I hunt the pack down. "Don't kill me," one of them says.

Those memories became my anchor, my reason to fight. I poured every ounce of strength I had into the final incantation, my voice breaking as I screamed the last words. The bowl shattered, sending shards flying through the air. The mingled blood burst into flame, casting a searing light that blinded me. Pain unlike anything I had ever known ripped through me, a white-hot agony that felt like my very soul was being torn apart. I screamed, the sound raw and primal, as the energy consumed me. The ground split open beneath the altar, a gaping maw of darkness threatening to swallow me whole. My body convulsed, my vision blurring, but I refused to let go.

His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet. It was fucking beautiful to look at. His whimpers of pain exhilarated Gage and he tapped the baton against Alejandro’s cheek. “Stay with me, Alejandro. The next part is going to be fun. I’m hoping you’ll really scream this time.” Gage dipped the tip of the baton into Alejandro’s blood on the sheet and grinned as he came to a standstill behind him. He rammed the baton into Alejandro’s anus, thrusting as hard as he could and Alejandro’s whole body arched, his feet leaving the floor as he screamed.

I started walking towards the living room. It’s not time for his jog yet and I doubt he would go today since he went out yesterday- Wait. Something clicked in my mind that made me panic I took out my phone and opened the calendar. Shit… It was today. The moment I realised it, my heart started feeling heavy. Today is the day he feeds on blood. And not just any person’s blood, Quincy’s preference is young pretty women, around my age. I bit my lower lip and cursed myself for getting so excited.

The house was too quiet when Ava rose from her seat near the fire. The embers crackled softly, the only sound in the grand hall. Pale moonlight bled through the stained-glass windows, casting red and violet patterns across the cold stone floor. She pulled her cloak over her shoulders, the fabric whispering as it slid across her skin. She needed air. A hunt. Something to sink her teeth into—literally. Her veins itched with hunger, and the stored blood in the cellar tasted like metal and regret.

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

His clothes are torn and soaked with both blood and filth. I fall to my knees at the sight. “Goddess. What barbarian did this to you, Beta?” He is barely alive, barely breathing. “He does not have long,” I scream, although I know I don’t have to. “Get him out of that cage immediately.” The stench of the blood, filth, and death leaves a rustic taste in my mouth. I clench my fist to keep the bile from rising again and my heart from tearing in my chest. The sound of running footsteps catches my attention first, followed by the sound of Hunter’s voice.

Silence from her would be a second death, but some things must be settled. Blood. I must get my hands on blood or I cannot be certain what will happen to us. I can’t control this hunger, no matter how I fight it. It has always been this way during the first shift after being poisoned. At least we’ve been fortunate never to kill the innocent, only those who contributed to our torment. Stopping in a dense thicket, I look back at the distant, flickering lights of Thyrenna. I’ve been running for what feels like hours, putting serious ground between me and the palace, but it still doesn’t feel far enough.

Chapter 1 Thirst clawed at her throat while her stilettos clicked a steady thrum against the pavement. The hunger for blood had been building within her core for days, and Cybill needed to feed on flesh more than she needed air to breathe. Her warm hazel eyes were rimmed with crimson…it was time.