Fanfic Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

she laughed while sticking out her tongue. “Can we not talk about him right now? ” She shook her head and smiled. I stood up. “I’m going inside to take a shower. I’m done exercising for today.” “Fine, be lazy,” she exclaimed. “But you should consider climbing his treadmill; I heard it’s good exercise! ” she shouted after me. I pretended not to hear just so she would shut the hell up. I stretched out on the lounger by the poolside sipping a huge cup of pineapple juice while I read the first book of The Hunger Games. The house was empty and quiet since Hannah and Kate left to go shopping earlier.

Because every good thing comes with a price, and hunger is our price to pay for whatever good we have left in us. My eyes flicked to where Rowan was seated, a woman maid was pleasuring him, his hand on her ass as she bounced up and down on his cock, her moans mixed with pain. I looked over at Malakai, Melissa, his personal favorite, bent back as he pushed in and out of her, spanking her as she pleaded for him to go faster. It has always been a shock how Melissa could handle him, and that’s why he liked her. I looked at Nikolai, our above-and-beyond. His hunger was insatiable, unmatched. We were all cursed, but his hunger knew no bottom.

“You don’t understand. I need it. I can already feel the hunger clawing at me. It won’t let go.” Her voice cracked. “I need to feed.” The panic that rushed through me was like ice and fire colliding inside my veins. My pulse hammered so hard I thought it might burst through my skin. I slammed both hands against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut, as if I could shove her voice out. “No! Please, Titi, fight it! We promised each other, remember? We promised we would never give in. Don’t let it control you. Please!” Her restlessness surged, slamming against me like a tide. My body quivered. Heat rose beneath my skin, prickling, unbearable. My breath came in short gasps, shallow and desperate, as

As the night deepened, Simone and Adonis spoke in hushed voices near the fire. “It’s not just her hunger,” Simone said. “There’s something else stirring in her blood.” Adonis’s golden gaze turned toward Junie’s room, his expression unreadable. “Yes,” he murmured. “But it’s not hers alone. It’s the child’s.” And far in the distance, the council was already regrouping. The next night, Junie’s skin was pale and cold, her emerald eyes wild with hunger. “I can’t… fight it anymore,” she whispered. “I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.”

Hunter “The invites for the gathering have been sent, are you sure you want to send the over-eighteens and not wait until they're twenty-one like normal?” Connor is speaking but I barely hear him. I’m leaning back in my chair and looking at the wall as I remember Fyathe sitting on the bed outright refusing to eat. I need to find a way for her to eat without contributing to her belief that she’s only worth leftovers.

From hunger. The heat had been building for a long time now, a slow burn low in my belly that had grown into a roaring fire. I didn't know what it was, but I definitely knew one thing, each time I looked at Lucian, each time our eyes met it became more unbearable. Every brush of my clothes against my skin sent sparks through my nerves. Every glance at Lucian made my wolf whine and pace. "I am fine," I lied. He turned. His gold eyes searched my face. I could see that same hunger in his eyes too. His nostrils flared.

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

But the story of Grace will have to wait. First, I want to let you know all about Fang and Helen, and what happened once Grey entered their lives. I see the way you look at my Gracie, and I’ve no doubt that the Gods have fated you to be together. But before you make any decisions, you need to be fully aware of what blood she shares, the cruel streak that runs through her veins, and just what it was her family was capable of… Helen – Flashback “Do I look okay?” I asked, fussing with my hair for what felt like the 30th time. Fang looked at me indulgently, picking up my hand and peppered kisses along my knuckles.