Divergent Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The entire arena went silent, every eye glued to the display. Game after game, the tension built. Divergent took the first win, but Blaze Dominion fought back to take the second and third. The score tied 2–2, then Divergent reclaimed the lead in game five. Now, after six rounds, it was dead even—3–3. “Half-hour break before the final round,” I murmured. My hands were freezing, my heartbeat syncing with every step Phoenix took on-screen. Tyra looked worried. “You look tense, Phoebs.”

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His eyes were darker than usual and I could feel the desire within him through the link. I allowed him to draw me closer, so our bodies faced one another. He brushed my hair away to reveal my bare neck. My eyes widened with the realization that Lucas planned to feed in front of all who were present. Wait, stop, please, I plead through the link; but Lucas either didn’t hear me or chose not to respond as he tipped my head to the side to further expose my neck. I felt my knees begin to buckle as his fangs pierced my flesh. However, Lucas supported my weight easily. Tears welled in my eyes as my fists lightly gripped his suit. I blinked, dazed, as he pulled away, his lips wet with my blood. It’s

I had some dignity. He flipped through some channels, pausing and asking if I liked the movie. We struggled to find something we both agreed on. He was a man, and his idea of funny was a little different than mine. He kept flipping until we had finished our pizza and were on our second beers. “This one, come on?” he said with a laugh. I looked at the screen and nodded. “Absolutely. I haven’t seen this in forever.” He pushed play, and we started watching the Hangover. The movie was hilarious for men and women. I settled in, feeling completely comfortable and relaxed and absolutely content with the situation. I put my plate on the coffee table and pulled the small throw Trent had brought for m

A third-person POV The scent of incense drifted down the corridor as Maren and Jack hurried in. “Alpha Lycus, how's Sandra? Is she alright?” Maren’s eyes were red from crying. Though whether it was for Sandra or for herself, Lycus couldn’t tell. His jaw clenched at the sight of her. He thought of Aria on the ground, shaking under lash after lash, begging Maren for help while Maren told her to “die if she must.”

Memory Ilyaan. The city froze. ⸻ The Hunger finally noticed him. 💀 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Dreamer The Father immediately understood. ⚡ His face became pale. ⸻ “No…” ⸻ Nox clenched his fists. 🌑 Azrael stepped forward. 💀 Orion’s expression darkened. 💔 ⸻ Because they all realized the same thing. ⸻ The Hunger wasn’t interested in reality. Not right now. ⸻

Anya, cloaked in darkness and her newfound determination, navigated the maze, her senses on high alert. District 13 was a different beast entirely. Towering, dilapidated buildings cast long shadows, and the air hung heavy with the stench of garbage and decay. Stray dogs scavenged through piles of refuse, their mournful howls echoing in the deserted streets. Anya's stomach growled, the reminder of her hunger a constant companion.

“We can negotiate.” “You never change,” Dewangga said. “This is survival.” The next day, chaos erupted in the market—gunfire, a helicopter, Vivian’s forces descending. Dewangga fled. When he reached the cottage, flames were already spreading. Davian sat waiting, calm, a pistol in his lap. “She came,” Davian said. “Let’s go!” Dewangga urged. “No. I’m done running,” Davian replied, handing him a memory chip. “This is Project Orion. Go.”

She lay there lifelessly staring at the ceiling and what to become of her once these two days would pass? He would kill her. She lived through all the torture just so she could end up getting killed by him? What else could she do? A tear trickled down the corner of her eye and disappeared into the hairline of her temple. Her stomach grumbled as she curled into a ball. She was so hungry. The girl lay there like a corpse until sleep consumed her freeing her from the torture of this world. Silvia sprang upright with a wheezing gasp as her wide eyes snapped to her right where a man was bending over and was frozen in mid-air. There was a tray of food in his hands.

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”