Chariot Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Elle speaks, “but she’s become a gamma unexpectedly, moved packs, started homeschooling, and has you two buffoons fighting for her constantly. She’s overwhelmed and might need to distance herself from the pack until she is eighteen.” Mars roars, taking control, shoving me into the passenger seat. My pupils dilating until the entire orb is onyx. The idea of anyone taking Charity away enough to send him on a killing spree. Mars lunges trying to get shifted claws around her neck. His rage doesn’t allow him to notice the fist flying until I’m clutching my throat.

“Charlotte is a sniper on the north tower; do not take her out, she’s covering us until the threat is neutralized.” “Sniper with darts?” Leo asked with confusion. “The darts will not work long distance.” “Apparently she has bullets loaded with the same tranquilizing effect, but will last longer than the darts. At least until they’re removed from their body.” “Alright, that’s it, I’m shipping the Choliver…Olilotte…I’ll think of a ship name, but if Charlotte is a sniper too, on top of these awesome inventions, she’s a Gamma’s wet dream.” Leo linked with satisfaction.

He looked at the four purple whips that came at him again, and there were beams of earth-colored halos around him. Slap! As the whip lashed down, the halo was split, and blood splashed from Charlie's body again. Those purple whips were no less sharp than a knife. Each time it landed on Charlie, his skin would be split open, and the wound was so deep that even his bone could be seen. Charlie was scared. The calmness on his face disappeared. He was so panic that he couldn't help screaming. He felt the smell of death. "Save me." He turned to those western warriors for help.

Charlotte nods. "Rise, my warrior." A small light shone as she talked. When she was done, she turned away and started walking back to the center of the arena waiting for her next opponent. Ava Miller came out from the other side like the other three before her. Charlotte was ready to fight, but as Ava arrived in front of Charlotte, she knelt on one knee. Moving her hair out of the way, she showed her neck. "I submit." This seems to make Charlotte happy.

"I barely know her. But yes, what I've seen so far, I like. Like mother, like daughter. And I'm fucked if I'll let you use me as leverage to hurt either of them." From outside, the crunch of tires on uneven ground and the growl of an engine. Klempner stands. "Our chariot awaits. Up you get, James."

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Nobody could withstand the powers. I fell on the ground and quickly stood up again but I was very disoriented and my breath rugged. I looked around but everyone else was still on the floor, the torchis burning in the distance. I quickly search for my mates among the heap of bodies on the Forest floor. Diamond growled angrily and stood up to attack the figure but I held him back telling him he could not fight it alone.

The demon shrieked as its body was reduced to sizzling chunks in the snow. The fight was over. Charlene turned toward the carnage, unfazed. Blood crusted her armor. A jeweled crown still rested on her brow. Emerald rings gleamed on her fingers. Seth and Idris landed beside her, panting. Charlene raised an eyebrow. “Oh, now you decide to join me?” Idris gagged as the smell of burnt demon wafted past them. “Something smells delicious.” Charlene’s voice was too calm. “I thought so too.”

Beside me, Darius sat comfortably like the king he was, one arm draped casually across his chair, his other hand resting near his goblet. He turned his head toward me, his voice soft, a stupid calm before the storm. “Eat, Juliette. Or I’ll feed you myself,” he said like a warning and a promise. I stared straight ahead, my eyes fixed on the candle stand, “I’m not hungry.” I said confidently, but my stomach chose to do otherwise, growling once more. Darius chuckled and I felt my cheeks flush. “Not hungry,” he repeated. His gaze sharpened. “Are you refusing me?”

Couldn’t bear the smell, Charlotte then left the jug on the table. But yesterday she could not bear the thirst and drank the foul smelling water. But is the thirst quenched in a little water? Charlotte was groaning on the floor, sometimes she tried to tear her own hair. She couldn't stand the pain in her stomach. Charlotte had become restless due to hunger. At one moment, she said, terribly, "I'm begging you, please help me. I can't stand this thirst and hunger anymore. Please, if there is anybody out there, give me food."