Bloodbath Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I maneuvered through the trees, finding the best paths until I reached an open area. Looking down, I noticed her blood staining my shirt, the metallic scent wafting into my nostrils, igniting a primal hunger. It triggered an overwhelming urge to feed on something raw, with blood. My body trembled as the transformation threatened to take over, making it a struggle to maintain control. I knew losing control would mean Venita's death.

“When her hunger peaks, she will choose the throat she wants most.” Avel’s jaw clenched. “She has already chosen.” Caelan’s smile sharpened. “Are you sure?” I gasped as hunger slammed through me again — worse than before — a crushing ache that made my knees buckle. Avel caught me, lowering me against his chest, breath unsteady as he held me through the wave. Caelan watched, fascinated. “She needs blood,” he murmured. “And soon.” Avel pressed his forehead to mine. “I know.”

"You would have known if you were Lorraine that she told her to continue her legacy." They may look alive, sound alive but dead things always smell dead. As she was about to attack me Nova came running and she stabbed her from the back and she shriveled, collapsing onto the floor, Asher following suit. "How dare they use the dead against us!" I growled, I was pissed as hell. I glared at the sky, hoping Lady Dyare could see me. "The Hunger Games really have no limit," Nova said as she gripped her sword tighter, staring around. "Wait, what of Horia?"

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster's death. "You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?" I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack.

It is because I can feel it, and it is real. The sounds of metal clashing against each other and flesh tearing alongside the yells of the vampires fighting against each other woke Amber from her thoughts as Jade neared the grounds of Polis. Each second she hears them, it cuts her deep inside and she would always have a feeling that her ‘people’ are dying. But just like always, there was nothing she could do. As soon as Jade set her on the ground, away from the battle scene, Bathilda and Samantha came running to them and Samantha announced immediately, “It is the Lifebloods.”

one said as the gush of blood splattered out as the bhampir bitten the neck until he was drained to the bone and he can no longer be of color and dropped dead as they all ran 78it was none other than cassandra (about her)

Adrian Blackthrone. The battlefield was filled with chaos. Blood, fire, and the stench of betrayal filled the air, thickening it, making it almost impossible to breathe. My body ached, my muscles screamed with exhaustion, but it was nothing compared to the pain clawing at my heart.

At the same time that he bit me and began to suck my blood, his hips slammed against my own with inhuman speed and anger. I could feel the bile rising up my throat and I was unable to stop it. It came right out of my mouth but it was only when I tasted the thick metallic substance that I realized that I was throwing up blood. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt Abigor drain every bit of my blood and in a desperate attempt to stay alive, I let out a scream that I hoped would save me from the torture. Yet the scream that I tried to let out simply brought on more blood until it was impossible for me to breathe.

She already killed Juventus, she doesn't want anyone to die from this blood anymore. Heidi stiffened slightly, he tried to breathe evenly, forcing himself to suppress the crazy bloodlust but it was extremely difficult. Seeing Heidi like that, Brawen really didn't know what to do, she didn't have the strength to get rid of him, nor did she know how to help him suppress his bloodlust. For a moment, confused, Brawen closed her eyes and acted as if the thought had just popped into her head, Bang! The smell of blood wafted through the air, a scent so sweet that Brawen was going crazy. Heidi rolled her eyes at Brawen, his hands unconsciously loosening.

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”