Chariot Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I push the idea from my head, knowing it's impossible, and glance around the chariot, resigned to my fate. The inside is black and red themed, with red seats and shining black door handles, and the doorway is studded with precious jewels that appear to be rubies and diamonds. This dude must be loaded, I decide with another glance around. A little bit over fifteen minutes later, the chariot rolls to a stop, and I breathe a soft sound of relief. A few moments later, the door swings open. My legs are shaky as I stand, glaring furiously at the man as he stands with his arms crossed outside of the chariot, his foot tapping impatiently.

She looked up at Zinjo who nodded, "The pride leader speaks the truth. Some battles last a couple of hours, others go on for days and sometimes through a night. A warrior who tires easily is a dead one." "Can we save the lessons for afterward? We have despot to overthrow," Charity growled and took the lead. She held up her sword with expert precision. "Form up behind me. I will not hide behind the lion. This is between me and Horace." She shouted as she shoulder charged the door. Aurelia stifled a giggled as she bounced off of it. Not a single guard or Soldier laughed. Charity imperiously pointed at a large marble statue, "They have barred the door, grab the statue and use it as a battering

I yelp and throw my hands over my mouth when Charlie suddenly grabs Mark by the sides of the head and roughly snaps his neck. "Why?" I choke, staring at the large man's lifeless body. I had beat him, why was that necessary? "Because" Charlie begins as he turns back to the young bystanders. A couple of them looked a little pale now, but most were trying to stand strong in front of their Alpha. "I want you guys to see, what happens when you fail me, over and over again. And because, I want you to see what will happen to you in the real world." he leans into the face of a young girl. She has dark brown hair with matching eyes. She looks too small to be a warrior, to be honest. She's barely a hu

she considered it unwarrior-like. "Can I steal the lady for some minutes?" Sophia said to the dark young man who was trying to woo Adina. who obviously couldn't read the expression on Adina's face, she was not interested. "You came," Adina said seconds after the young man focused his attention on the redhead who stood behind Adina. "I had to. I couldn't bare to live you hanging, also yulu told me what the hunger game is all about. They would be biting and clawing but not at us." She chuckled.

And that, somehow, was worse. Charollet stood on the balcony of the eastern tower, swaying on her feet, the smoke rising below her like a funeral pyre. She clutched the railing with both hands, her knuckles pale, her shoulder still aching from the bite that should’ve claimed her. She watched the fields below, scorched, bloodied, littered with still bodies. Some were theirs. Some were not. She wanted to scream. To fall to her knees and weep. But grief felt distant now. Too quiet. Like everything else in this cursed war.

Charlie, looking at me with curiosity and perhaps pity and Phillip looking at me with lust and excitement. I watch the auction, it seems like it’s going by in a blur, until something unusual happens. Someone is fighting, trying not to get on the stage, trying to not be put up for auction. I frown as a girl gets thrusted onto the stage. She’s on her knees, long dark red hair covers her face, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen hair this long. She parts her hair as she looks up and I sharp Charlie’s sharp intake of breath before he mutters, “Fuck.”

"Next time, I will not miss my target you dirty pig!" The thought of Davin lying down lifeless anytime soon was unbearable for Ivana to think, she struggled to be free from his grip but he held her fast and tight. "Let me go!" She shouted. "No! Stay put" Ivana fought and struggled with all she had, damming the consequence, unexpectedly james visibly shaking hand loose his grip on her making ivana loose her balance and before she could have the chance to hold on to something for support, she realized in a slow motion that she was being thrown downstairs, from her chaotic Vision she saw the horror in Davin's face.

She always gets thirsty training; from actually working out, or from staring at the shirtless, mateless warriors, she doesn't know. "I'll race you there. I bet I'm faster," Charlotte smirks, locking the front door and then taking off in a sprint. "Bitch," Conrad roars, releasing a frustrated grunt before she takes off after her friend. Just like in their wolf forms, Conrad is faster, and she catches up to Charlotte quickly once she focuses her efforts on the running. "This is so unfair, you're a Beta," Charlotte shouts, panting slightly as she continues to force herself to run.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

She was especially happier now that she had found a chair. Thorne laughed as he caught Charlene's attention. Charlene could see at first that Thorne wasn't all that excited about these games. However, the upbeat music and friendly rivalry might have been contagious. Before long, he was fully engrossed in the spirit and having a good time. Thorne won the title without exerting any effort thanks to his lightning-fast reflexes. Charlene could see at first that Thorne wasn't all that excited about these games. However, the upbeat music and friendly rivalry might have been contagious. Before long, he was fully engrossed in the spirit and having a good time. Thorne won the title without exerting a