Divergent Hunger Games Novels & Stories

My words had hurt her as much as she deserved to be hurt for being a rude bitch who dared to call me a boy. She was a fierce woman, taller than most average women. But she had forgotten that I was a half-breed with Martian blood running through my veins. I was obviously bigger than her and if we were to exchange blows like she would have wanted to, I would have wasted her life in seconds. I had blood stains on my hands, and not as innocent as she’d thought. I was a trained vengeful and savage half-breed Warrior after all; the curse and the savior to Dystopia, like the prophecy had said.

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.

Phedra Elizabeth sighed, with a bored look on her face. “Why is this journey so difficult?” [Owner has another method. It's using unresolved money for the heroine.] "This is impossible. My family is still waiting for this money. I cannot spend it frivolously.” [Please continue.] "What happens? Bored already? Don't want to make the next leg?" Suddenly Duncan Hiddleston appeared from behind. “Also a little. Feeling pretty tired.” “Do you want more sugar in your body?” "How? I also started to feel hungry.”

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Nothing. Yet the moment his feet touched reality— Every ancient entity reacted. The First Hunger stepped backward. The Sovereign's worlds stopped orbiting. The Null's darkness destabilized. Even the Endwalker became completely still. Ethan felt the white divergence shudder inside him. Not from fear. Recognition. The young man looked around calmly. Studying the battlefield. Studying Earth. Studying existence itself. Then he smiled. A simple smile. Warm. Friendly. Wrong. Very wrong.

They all recognized what was happening: the Hunger wasn't trying to win anymore. It was trying to take everything down with it. Aurora saw it too, and for the first time since awakening, fear entered her eyes. She knew exactly what came next. The Hunger's voice thundered across creation in a final declaration, a final threat, and a final act of desperation. IF I CANNOT HAVE THE DREAM... The stars began collapsing, the network screamed, and reality started breaking apart. THEN NOTHING WILL EXIST. And the countdown to the end of creation began.

He says “You have all made it through the second sub-level of the Lunar Games, except one.” His words were hollow. Another girl was missing. One more life is claimed by this absurd game. Two girls were dead. Their absence was just a reminder of how close we all were to death. "You’ll have time to rest before the next phase," Darius continued, his tone indifferent. "But don’t get too comfortable. The games are far from over." I didn’t need his reminder. The burning in my skin, the ache in my muscles, the emptiness in my chest, the memory of the dead girls—all of it was enough to keep me painfully aware of just how far from safety we were.

Starved Passion::: Was this her way of revenge? He sigh loudly, he should have apologize to her earlier, what manner of torture is this? He looked at her, she was not looking at him. He had never seen Ivana dressed like this, he was aware of his workers having extra clothes at work Incase any unforeseen circumstances arises, Davin eyes darted to the people present in the meeting, his blood boiled, their eyes were feeding hungrily on Ivana, the lust there, he suddenly felt the urge to snap their necks.

"You're saying that to stay alive, you have to kill me over and over again?" "That's the rule." The "me" in front of me let out a cold laugh and lifted the axe again. "If you don't manage to clear the game by the end of the tenth loop, the system will take you in. You'll become the next hunter, and you'll be dropped into countless parallel timelines to hunt down the next round of 'you.' You'll never see freedom again. "I used to be like you. I tried to find a bug in the game and tried to take the hunter down with me." A flash of sorrow passed through No. 99's eyes. "But in the end, I realized this is a dead end. There's no way out."

6 Percent. The agonizing migraine at the base of her skull began to recede, replaced by the intoxicating, overwhelming heat of Julian's kiss. She drew just enough energy to keep the System alive, pulling back before she drained his physical stamina entirely. They were about to step into a war zone, and the king needed his absolute strength. "Thank you," Chloe whispered breathlessly, her pale eyes shining in the dark. The cargo lift suddenly began to decelerate, the massive hydraulic brakes screeching loudly in the shaft. The digital counter on the wall mechanically flipped to the number seventy.