Divergent Hunger Games Novels & Stories

20. AVETHANDWA SISULU I see blood everywhere. I'm screaming for my mother. I'm crying so hard and I can feel my lungs hurting. She's so bloodied and my white dress is full of blood. My dad picks me up and I cling to him as I wail. There's so much—

It looks at me for a long moment with eyes that have seen civilizations rise and fall. Then it screams — not pain, something closer to rage at being denied a meal it has been anticipating for centuries — and the shadow-shape collapses inward, folding into nothing, the pressure in the room releasing all at once like a held breath finally let go. Darius's body, still lying where it fell two nights ago, gasps. His eyes open. For a moment there is nothing behind them. Then, slowly, terribly, something returns — not the Devourer, not the man I married, something broken and hollow that recognizes me with a flicker of fear before the recognition collapses into confusion.

She was dripping down his balls, trembling on the edge of coming, with her brother just steps away. Alex opened the fridge. The light spilled into the living room, almost reaching them. Ethan’s cock throbbed inside her. He smiled darkly against her neck and slowly rocked his hips once… twice… pushing just a little deeper. Lila’s mouth opened in a silent gasp. Would Alex turn around? Would he see his little sister impaled on his best friend’s thick cock? The fridge door started to close. To be continued…

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this

It's New Year's, I'm coming home for dinner, don't forget to make fish! I woke up with a start. Once the fog of sleep cleared, all that was left was resolved. He just wanted fish, right? Then that's what everyone would get. I invited the whole family over and laid out a feast of fish dishes. However, the mood was eerie; no one even reached for their forks. Theodore Douglas, my uncle, cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the room before landing on me. "You know, they say starving is the worst way to go.

“Is there anything else you need from me at this time?” “The one who held Vivian at gunpoint? Leave him for me.” Another pause. “Of course.” I hung up, my earlier exhaustion and hunger hardening into a ball of restless energy. I really fucking wished there was a boxing ring at the hotel. If I didn’t release the anger choking me, I would implode. An image of Vivian’s face surfaced in my mind. Pale skin. Dark eyes wide with fear. Bright red blood staining her clothes. If backup hadn’t arrived on time…

We tried to avoid falling sick. … A week after the zombie outbreak, I lost the signal on my phone. We were thoroughly cut off from the outside world. Rescue teams finally appeared in the neighborhood, but thousands of zombies soon surrounded them. They were ultimately only able to retreat after abandoning a military vehicle. Joyce and I stood before the upstairs window and watched as everything played out. As the military retreated, she asked, "Mommy, will they still come to save us?" I nodded. In my past life, the military hadn't returned after this retreat. Instead, they'd focused on building the safe zone. However, I didn't tell Joyce that because I didn't want her to be disappointed.

My vision became blurrier as another wave of searing pain shot through my body. I had to get out. Despite the protests of my body, I forced myself to stand up. Everything was blurry and dizzy. Everything twirled. Everything looked like a mixture of colour in black. "One last time", I told myself, "one last time.... You just have to make it to the next village. Few steps and you'll be okay...." With one limping leg and a burning body, I carried myself. Few more steps... I was panting hard. Almost there...

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I could hear Scout yelled my name one more time before I closed my ears and decided not to listen. Once I'm on my own, on the hotel's roof, all the questions and doubts I've had for years washed over me. Was Scout right? If he had left me and go to the base with the rest of the team, would there be any survivors? If I didn't get that stupid nightmare if I didn't get that stupid headache, would someone be alive right now? Do I have any reason to be in this world or am I just a side character? Am I only here to make whoever the main character seems appealing? Do I have any purpose or am I just a useless character, made to make life more livable for the main character?