Bloodbath Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Balthazar let out a raspy laugh. “You can’t kill me, so go ahead and try. I’ll just come back looking for more blood.” Balthazar gave him a crazed look, hunger in his eyes. This excited him, and his blood lust was shining through. My stomach turned as I looked at the pure evil that emanated off of him. But I could also see how hungry Garren was for Balthazar's blood too, and it was something I didn’t want him to have stain his hands. Balthazar was here for me, and I wouldn’t let his destruction weigh on anyone else’s shoulders.

I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault. He was stronger than I was, his hands finding my throat, his thumbs digging into my windpipe. I saw stars, the room fading into a grey haze. “You fool,” he hissed. “You’ve killed them all.” I reached out, my fingers searching the floor, searching for anything. They found the heavy, tarnished key to the vault. I swung it with everything I had left, the metal biting into the side of Silas’s head. He grunted, his grip loosening for a split second. I rolled, gasping for air, and lunged for the detonator.

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”

Balthazar let out a raspy laugh. “You can’t kill me, so go ahead and try. I’ll just come back looking for more blood.” Balthazar gave him a crazed look, hunger in his eyes. This excited him, and his blood lust was shining through. My stomach turned as I looked at the pure evil that emanated off of him. But I could also see how hungry Garren was for Balthazar's blood too, and it was something I didn’t want him to have stain his hands. Balthazar was here for me, and I wouldn’t let his destruction weigh on anyone else’s shoulders.

An animal skin was brought and kept in her shoulder as a covering. A huge bowel of blood was brought by two muscular shirt less man dressed in animal skin which just covered the lower part of their body, they took the bowl and raised it above Elena and priestess Lydia and Fedora began to chants and when they stops the bowl of blood was poured on Elena and her eyes were opened as the blood poured from her head to her feet, soaking her hair down to her garment, she was dripping in blood this was always done to the Luna or a member of the family of previous Superior pack and was mostly done before the fight begins. Elena stretched out her hands and the blood dropped on i and Anthony and so

Dragon and vampire, fire and shadow, hunger reflected in gold and crimson. I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk twisting despite the rage. Let them all see. If they wanted to take her, they’d drown in the blood price first. They went down one by one. Caelum’s snarls carried over from the far side of the arena, Elias’s fire popped in sharp bursts, but Nora. I lost her flame in the smoke. Panic cut through clearer than any blade. I flowed through the battlefield like the smoke I was, shadows curling around me, mercs falling silent where I passed. My hunger roared in my ears, but I shut it out. Not until I found her. Not until I knew she still burned.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

He held the dagger up to Ruben and Ruben stepped forward taking Batton’s other wrist and slashing it open as well. Kat gasped in a breath as Ruben stood side on to Batton and raised his hand, igniting Blood Reign and Batton’s blood started to glow, lifting up from the ground and, like dust particles in the sunlight, drifted up in small filaments and disappearing. Batton grimaced and a pained strangled noise escaped him as the Blood Reign started to pull the blood from his open veins, draining him completely. “You’ll kill him…” Kat breathed, watching with a morbid fascination.

Dante Pov The pain in my side was a dull, heavy roar that made every step feel like walking through wet cement. I stumbled, my boot catching on an old tree root, and my hand flew to my ribs. When I pulled my fingers away, they were slick with fresh, dark blood. My stitches were popping. I could actually feel the thread tearing through my skin under my shirt. "Dante, stop! Just stop!"

The underground chamber echoed with the clash of steel and the screams of the dying. Smoke from gunfire hung thick in the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. The flickering torches cast grotesque shadows along the walls, each movement distorted, monstrous. Sang-woo’s chest heaved as he cut down another soldier, his blade dripping crimson. His knuckles were raw, his muscles burning, but his fury refused to fade. Every strike was fueled by rage—rage at Lazarus, rage at the chains he had placed on Yoon-min, rage at the endless bloodshed that haunted their family.