Chariot Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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."

And now… The world went silent and each second stretched into eternity as I waited whispering prayers. “I cannot be pregnant. Not now.” The alarm went up causing me to jump up in terror. Taking a deep breath and whispering one last prayer, I peeped. Two lines. I suddenly felt dizzy and my back hit the wall hard. The test kit slipped from my fingers but I caught it before it fell. My knees gave out and I slid down until I was on the floor, my hand still gripping it.

“Give these people a proper burial.” Her eyes wandered around the town till she noticed a child fighting for her life at one corner of a simple hut. Hoisting up her skirt Morrigan hurriedly went to the child. When she touched the child it was running a really high fever and is even in her delirious state. “Where are your parents?” She inquired. The young child tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing went out of her mouth. “Colfre!” Her voice cracked as she called for him. “Yes, my queen?” She hurriedly extended her hands and looked at the pair of hazel eyes in front of her. “A flask of water.” Colfre gave her the flask of water hoisted on his waist. Morrigan’s hands were shaking as she

Maybe, at last, illusion was falling away. Okay, she said, stuffing her long hair back inside the helmet. Lets go. They parted the curtains and stood on the platform of the chariot. Before them, a rebel force of twenty men on horseback waited near a hills edge maybe fifty feet ahead of where the kings chariot had been overtaken. They were dressed in simple peasants clothing, brown trousers and coarse, filthy shirts. Their shields bore the sign of the rat, the symbol of the Zhou army. They were all looking to De for orders.

"Drive the wagon to the feast!" Charlene wipes her eyes in the dark, her brow tight as she follows the angry female out of the shadows. Inside her chest, her wolf starts hoping that Ava Hart will break Manni's pride a few more times before the moon sets. If that happens, the whole valley will look brighter. Only that thought keeps her paws moving forward. The grand Sky Honor fires are already burning before tens of thousands of watching eyes. Across the wind-waves, the names of the winning warriors are being shouted to the mountains.

Leo's face set in determination, he urged the horses forward, and the chariot began to move, riding over some of the more stubborn warriors who refused to get out of the way. The sound of crunching bones and screams filled the air as the chariot plowed through the warriors. I held on tight, my heart racing with fear, as Leo expertly maneuvered the chariot through the chaos. We were finally gaining distance from the gates, and I let out a sigh of relief. But my relief was short-lived, as I turned back to see an arrow flying towards us.

she muttered, pointing to an old car, making everyone burst into laughter. “Are you kidding me? That car is old as hell and isn't even a new model. A fuckin’ Mazda Mx-5. Hey, you're really in for a loss,” the opponent, Charlie muttered to Simon, but the latter seemed completely calm. “And if I win, not only will you pay up, but run around chanting ‘girls are the best,” Harriet calmly stated, making Charlie smile. This young girl was really amusing, thinking she could beat him with an old modelled car. He'd been racing for a decade and not once had anyone beat him in this area. Not only had this blue-haired guy challenged him, but also brought a little girl around, wanting to embarrass him. H

Something came over me. In the dimly lit cell, the first soldier's focus was fixed ahead, unaware of the danger behind him. As he turned, I struck swiftly, catching him off guard. My fist connected with precision, sending him stumbling forward. With determination, I pressed my advantage, delivering a series of blows that left him reeling. But my efforts were futile. The soldier grabbed me and threw me against the hard concrete. Darkness consumed me as I fell, witnessing the terror in Charity's eyes. She screamed, tears and mucus streaming down her face, distorting her usually beautiful features.

“Uh…upper level? I think? She said something about flank routes and then a kid yelled her name like it was a threat.” Charlie was already moving. He took the ramp two steps at a time, ignoring the red lights flaring across his vest when someone tagged him from below. The buzzer chimed, bright and useless. The game had rules. He did not. The upper level was worse than he expected. Fog hung thick and heavy, swallowing shapes after a few feet. Neon lines bled together, deliberately disorienting. Charlie adjusted automatically. Shorter scans. Tighter turns. He swept left. Then right. Checked behind every barricade, every blind corner Sky would choose if she were playing smart.

After all, our wolf counterparts are gifts to us that protect our human form no matter the consequences. I drop his head to the ground and stand mighty on all fours in front of a buzzing crowd, screaming and cheering out my name. “Hunter wins!” The judge exclaimed before the crowd goes wild. I smile and my eyes land on Ava, only for me to release another thundering growl as I see Ava on her knees. My brows twitch when I see shackles, created by magic, attached to her arms and legs, forcing her to the floor. All eyes turned to the entrance when the doors banged open and a speaker announces words that I instantly dreaded.