Divergent Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Her POV I was running out of food when we heard the shouting. A horn blew in the distance and I knew the camp was under attack. I closed my eyes and just listened to my salvation. The sound of battle rang around me and nothing had ever sounded so beautiful. Men were screaming and dying, horns were blasting and chaos was all around us. I couldn’t help the single tear that slid down my face, the distraction I so desperately craved had arrived. Sir Duggar was cussing and frantically running around the room attaching armor and weapons to his body.

An exit. I plunged through. As I reached the opening, the ground gave way under my feet. I rolled halfway down, shielding Diva as we plunged into blackness. — Diva's POV Cold. Dark. My body weighed nothing, as if I hovered above an endless chasm. I struggled to move, but my arms and legs felt as heavy as lead. I had no idea whether I was asleep or awake. Then— Warmth enveloped me. Solid. Constant. Familiar. Derek.

"We were bankrupt the day I started with three hundred and twenty-seven dollars. I am just returning to form." Katherine provided overwatch, her void-sniper tracking each Hungry entity as Ben's bonds materialized in sequence. One by one, the ravenous creatures consumed the golden documents and locked into infinite consumption loops, their bodies going rigid with the existential equivalent of a dog chasing its own tail at the speed of light. Twenty-seven. Twenty-six. Twenty-five. "Boss!" Aaliyah's voice cut through with sharp urgency. "The Principal Creditor is reacting! It is broadcasting a command signal to the remaining Hungry! It is ordering them to merge immediately!"

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!”

The youngest child tilted their head, calm, serene, almost curious. Sipho exhaled, the weight pressing down like stone. He could feel the Darkness around him, tasting, testing, pushing. The Hunger did not forgive hesitation. It demanded action, demanded sacrifice, demanded resolution. He stepped closer to the eldest child. “The Hunger marks you,” he whispered. “Your resistance is admirable… but it cannot last. One of you must falter. One of you must give in. And one… may rise beyond what I can hold.” The eldest child looked up at him, wide-eyed, trembling. “Please… don’t—”

"Besides, this way is more useful. He seduces you. He falls for you and then when the truth comes out, he's too devastated to function. Too destroyed to be credible. Problem solved." “Okay, whatever it is you want it'll be done.” “Good.” And he hung up. Diego Vaughn was going to get hurt badly and I was going to be the one who did it because that was the plan. My phone was still in my hand. I opened a new message and started typing before I could stop myself but instead of texting Diego, I did something else. Arranged deliveries. First: The art book. Limited edition. Diego had mentioned it once in an interview I'd read. He said it was his dream to own it.

Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely. I liked it like this, no one recognizing me in different clothes and a different posture. This was another version of me. The wig I had on itched badly as the colored contacts caused my eyes to water. But my disguise was necessary. I could not risk anyone recognizing me, Vittorio Leone's disappointment of a son, in a place such as this. I didn't want to be the useless son here, just another stranger looking for a drink. Maybe a hard fuck too. I made my way to the counter where my order for a drink was answered quickly.

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell

“He’s been waiting a long time for her.” Her stomach dropped. *He.* Amara forced herself to breathe, forcing the panic down. Think. Count. Observe. Three men. Maybe four. Dark interior. Tinted windows. No escape. Yet. --- Miles away, Dante ran out of the jeweler and froze. The air felt wrong. Too quiet. Too empty. “Where is she?” he asked, voice low, controlled. No one answered. His gaze swept the ground— —and landed on the necklace.

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.