Fanfiction Hunger Games Novels & Stories

EDINA POV I sat in the drawing room, my fingers tracing absent patterns on the arm of the chair. The fire crackled in the hearth, its warmth barely enough to chase away the cold tension that had settled over everything since the dinner. That vision, the glimpse of war, of destruction—it haunted me. I could still see the flames licking at the sky, the screams echoing in my ears. The Faeries, their presence unsettling, and the way they spoke of it all, like it was just another game, another battle in their endless lives. And Rhaenan—his smug face flashed in my mind, that moment when he had come to take me as tribute, like I was some prize to be handed over.

While in the evening, it’s giving me more fear than I thought of. “We should try a Fantasy one.” “The Hunger Games?” “I’ve read and watched the whole trilogy.” “You pick.” He scrolled the movie list using the remote of their Smart TV. I chose a movie that I found a lot of good reviews about. It wasn’t a book-to-movie adaptation so the storyline was fresh in my eyes. In the first twenty minutes of the movie, Minnie brought two medium-sized ceramic bowls. “Instant ramen for the two of you.” “Thanks,” We both said.

I swallowed hard while trying to control this sudden hunger inside me, which was making me hungry like a fucking vampire's thrust for blood. "It must be..." She began saying but I cut her off by slamming my lips against her. They taste so sweet like sugar and strawberries, making me want to taste them again and again like a drug addict, the sudden hunger inside me began to disappear making me feel bliss and warmth settle inside my heart. Jesus Christ. I'm screwed. Author's Note:- Hey guys, DO leave your comments below and vote for the book. love you all, take care. I*:- S.n_nina_arthur

He wasn’t sure if he was helping. But soon, she lay back to go to sleep. Her eyes drifted close slowly and he ran a gentle thumb over her soft cheek. She looked peaceful as he shut the bedroom door and headed back downstairs. The werecat hung from the ceiling in human form- a sweating scarecrow, splashed with blood. The old lion clung on to his answers as tightly as his pride. Despite Stefan's painful, exhausting torture, the werecat remained resilient. Stefan was ready for a new approach. “You were attempting to hunt my beloved betrothed. Were you trying to anger me?” Stefan asked.

-Katherine- My entire body is on fire, but I find myself unable to move or call out. My mouth hurts, and my gums feel like I’ve chewed on too much Doritos and got shards stuck in them. With heavy eyelids, I drift off to sleep, but a few hours later something claws at my stomach and I wake up. Hunger - soul-splitting hunger. “What the fuck are you doing, little lamb?” Gabriel’s voice interrupts my chewing and I peer up at him while chewing at the leftover pizza in the fridge. I’ve had six slices, but nothing is stopping this fucking feeling.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

"The place where the first 'Vat' was built. Before the government, before the wolves. The place where the 'First Author' died." "The First Author?" "Alice, you were the 'First Subject,'" Rowan said, stopping to look at me. His bronze eyes softened for a moment. "But someone had to 'Write' you. Someone had to dream of a girl with golden ink. And that person is still 'Online.'" --- ### The Hunger of the Wastes The journey took weeks. We moved through the ruins of cities that had no names. We were hunted by "Feral Packs"—shifters who had lost their minds to the hunger. But every time a wolf lunged at us, Rowan simply looked at it.

“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-“

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Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary? I glanced at Reed. He was still, but the heat coming from his body seemed to get stronger, reaching me even from across the foam lining. His eyes met mine, unblinking, red, burning in a way that made my stomach twist. I had bought him thinking he would fill the empty parts of my life. Now I realized… it was I who would be drawn into his hunger. I reached out slowly, carefully, my fingertips touching his jawline. Reed leaned a little into my touch, a tiny shiver running through him. My own pulse pounded in response.