Bloodbath Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Mario halted abruptly and looked at Calogero. “Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Calogero. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

Luciano DeMarcus, Leonardo’s distant cousin, a minor player in the family—but still ours. And then—Gabriella Vitale, Alessandro’s niece, a woman who had never been involved in the war, never part of the strategy, never meant to be caught in this. She had been left in the wreckage of the attack—a message. One that meant Elena wasn’t just playing for power. She was playing for pain. And that meant she had just signed her own death sentence. Leonardo stood beside me in the estate’s war room, the map of Milan spread before us, the details of the attack now evidence.

He took a deep breath and his lust for blood rushed through him like never before, and he pitied the poor soul who would have to satisfy his hunger. ********** When Tom returned he was drenched in blood,as were his brother, Nikk and Ron as well as their sired vampires. They needed to feed if they were to survive this battle and time was running out because the spell Ron managed to get his own ally witches to cast was going to go down in a few minutes.

The auditorium was stuck in horrified stillness for several suspended moments as the words seemed to reverberate through the stagnant air like lingering shrapnel. Then, as if a flare had gone off, the room erupted in a deafening swell of heated discourse, with conversations exploding in a frenzied jostle to analyze the consequences, dispute the merciless protocols, and just absorb the grandeur of what had just occurred. "Can you fucking _believe_ this outdated initiation ritual bullshit they're putting us through?" Mia hissed beside Lila, clearly disgusted. "It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Gam

My eyes widened when the lights went off and Lilian walked away without saying a word to respond. Dimmed lights suddenly appeared on the ground where people lay on the ground as if unconscious, or more specifically, coming back to their senses. My eyes searched them for my wife to find her sitting down, her hands rubbing her eyes as she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light around her. Richard sat up close beside her, the two of them looked one another in the eye, confusion draw over their expressions. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

“What are we going to do about her, Robbin?” Robbin didn't answer. She couldn't. She kept her gaze fixed on the horizon, watching the sun dip below the skyline of the city she had fought—bled—to reclaim. A phantom weight settled in her lungs, a familiar, crushing pressure. It was the same suffocation she had felt in the muddy trenches fourteen years ago, smelling of iron and damp earth.

Her father’s blood ran hot now within her even she was not entirely convinced that she was really the same blood as Antonio De Luca. Her grip was unshakable. The hunted girl was gone.

[The Hunger of 7.0] The scream wasn't coming from my throat, but it was vibrating through my teeth. It was a sound like grinding glass and dying stars, a digital hunger that felt like a swarm of insects crawling beneath my skin. The Heir wasn't just a voice anymore; it was a ghost trying to claw its way out of my chest to take its first real breath.

Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her. "What do we do now" asked Bong who smelled like shit. He just peed on his pants earlier. "Just wait on my signal" she whispered. Her eyes not leaving the Badblood. Below her were the villagers with their spears and swords ready. Fear was clear on their faces but it was overpowered by the determination to fight for their village. The Badblood closed her eyes and when she opened it in a second, they were gray. Her pupils gone and everything around it gone.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he