Bloodbath Hunger Games Novels & Stories

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

I knew I needed to feed, but I didn’t want what happened last time to happen again so I shook my head no as I tried to move away from him. “Lexie stop being so stubborn. I can feel your pain, love. You need to feed now.” Samuel says to me as he pulls me towards him and bares his neck to me. The thirst for blood became unbearable and I tried to resist it but when I saw the blood pulse beneath his flesh, I could not fight it any longer and I sank my teeth into his flesh quenching the thirst. Samuel pulled me into his arms and held me and I drank from him, and I felt the heat in my core begin to simmer at his touch. Closing my eyes, I tried to fight the feeling I was having with the connection

"Where do you think you are going little girl?" She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the way he addressed her. "Out. I'm not doing you good by being in here with you." "But I am thirsty." Her eyes widened in realization. "You want to drink... from me?" "What do you think?" He pulled her close, and she looked directly at him, into his eyes. What had gone wrong with the prince? "You shouldn't be so surprised. I am a pure blooded vampire. I easily get tempted." "But you go to war. You should be used to the blood."

I stagger back, a strange heat spreading inside me as my hand grabs my stomach. It’s burning. Inside. Bloodbane. I can feel it. It was like a thousand knives twisting through my veins all at once. My heart thuds once… and stutters. My lungs tighten. Rourke steps forward, calm again.“Did you really think you were untouchable, Ryker Blackthorn?” he sneers. I cough, blood spraying from my mouth in thick, hot gobs. He circles me now, slow and vicious. “I heard Bloodbane feeds off blood like a worm,” he whispers. “Crawls inside your veins. Feeds. Grows. And in less than thirty minutes… you die. How does it feel?”

*** Katniss The smoke rose in front of me while it suffocated the air until the world appeared to disintegrate bit by bit. The warm liquid blood from my pelvic area spread across everything in view. The heat which flowed onto the earth seemed to taunt me as it vanished beneath the surface and washed away all remaining hope. My strength drained with every breath I took, each one harder than the last. My vision swam in a haze of smoke, the edges of my sight flickering, threatening to pull me into the darkness. I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was being crushed, suffocating under an invisible weight. Every shallow gasp I took was a struggle, as if the air itself was abandoning me.

“Don’t try and sell it to me. If you hunt us, then you wouldn’t want to be like us.” “You aren’t one of them,” I muttered. “You don’t hurt people.” She shrugged, despondent. “I’m still dead. I still have to drink blood to survive.” She wrinkled her nose, and then dropped her head into her hands. “Why is the thought of blood making me hungry?” She hissed. “I don’t want this, Callie.”

It was the type of pain where even your gums and bones screamed in agony, your whole body rejecting its existence in this world. I cried into the pillow, feeling blood flowing out of my stomach and back, soaking the mattress. How much blood did werewolves have? I knew humans could bleed to death. Could werewolves too? When Alex came, would he do worse? I didn’t think I could handle it. I was now begging God to let me bleed to death. For Alex to treat me like this crazy bitch just had would destroy me.

I was loving this new me, and I was high on power, the power I had gotten from blood and magic. "Let me go, Son of Haimon, and I will never return here again," Maria pleaded, but I was too hungry to listen. I craved her blood and her magic. There was nothing she could say to me that would make me let her go. She was my prey, and I was her predator.

*Starblood Pack — Dungeon, Late Night* The Starblood dungeons smelled of rust. Water dripped steadily from somewhere deep in the tunnels, each drop echoing like a countdown in Lesley’s ears. Moonlight from the narrow slit of a window pooled faintly on the floor, a thin silver blade that mocked her captivity.

Quenten Yilmaz: Blood. Violence. Gut-wrenching, paralyzing screams. They follow me everywhere, including in my sleep. It’s like a reel of snippets flashing before my very eyes. Splatters of blood paint the walls. Screams of terror intertwine and become a single, continuous harmony of devastation that rings in my ears. Flashing balls of light ignite in the dark as illuminated bullets slice through the air, hitting everything in their path. Men drop to the ground swiftly, followed by a hush of silence.