Foxface Hunger Games Mutts Novels & Stories

“So, what exactly are we training today?” The guys started elbowing each other and grinning like idiots. They looked excited. Kade walked over to two large cages and yanked off the tarps. “This,” he said. My breath caught. Fuck. Inside were five or six huge hunting dogs. Not just any dogs—these things were mutants. Each one was the size of a young Lycan, with glowing red eyes, razor-sharp teeth, and claws like steel hooks. “…These are mutts,” I whispered.

"His name is Shell-don." The battle was turning into a stalemate. The wolves were superior fighters, but the environment hated them. They slipped on slime, got stuck in foam, and were pelted by Grog’s mutants throwing "stink bombs"—glass jars filled with a chemical concoction that smelled so bad it overwhelmed the wolves’ sensitive noses, causing them to gag and retch uncontrollably. "Retreat!" the lead wolf barked, realizing this wasn't a battle; it was a humiliation. "Fallback to the junction!"

Viex managed to secure Kellar with one of his tails but Javi was still in the air. ‘Mutt, go grab the cat.’ Viex yelled at Custard and threw the poor wolf in the direction of Javi. Custard was so surprised that he let out a yelp as he was thrown in the air. I morph him instantly as he bounced off a tree to maneuver himself and grab Javi by her neck. ‘You could have warned me!’ Custard, now an overgrown white wolf, glowered at Viex while Javi was still in his mouth. “Javi!” Kellar yelled out worriedly and ran towards Custard to grab his partner. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Vince and I looked at each other; no one said a word but accelerated toward the source of the sound. Appearing right in front of my eyes was a girl of about 14 or 15 years old, her blonde hair messy and scorched in many places. The girl was also undressed, as if she had just transformed back. She kept backing away, her eyes closed and shouted hoarsely. Immediately a mutant wolf jumped out, it was smaller in appearance than the one we met before, but its brutal and crazy nature was the same. It drooled, step by step, towards its prey.

“You heard me.” Before we could process what was happening, Lucy shifted into a wolf, ripping all her clothes, and attacked Alyssa. Jasmine's and my eyes followed as Lucy pounced her entire huge wolf body against Alyssa, throwing her back. We both flinched at the sound of her skull cracking against pavement. The metallic smell of blood in the air that followed drew our attention to the red stream running from her head. Lucy then ripped her claws across Alyssa’s face, peeling her skin into deep gashes. “I texted Blake when Alyssa asked us to pull over,” Jasmine whispered to me. I was about to respond when a group of wolves jumped out from seemingly nowhere and pinned Lucy to the ground. She w

Camille walked over to the shelf, stacked with books and several board games that she remembered from her childhood. The whole time she caught Maddox watching her as he continued to hold her bag. Curiosity filled his gaze. “Are you hungry? I can have Oliver make you some steaks.” “No. I’m fine.” “You haven’t eaten since breakfast.” “My appetite left after I got caught up in that witch smoke.” she picked up one board game. “Do you play these?” “I don’t know how to. Those are fatal games.” I put it down and looked at him. “Do werewolves have games?”

NINE-TAILED foxes gathered behind our hut. I didn't notice them last night because of the pain I've been feeling. I was busy and forgot to mind my surroundings. So now that I saw the whole fox nation, my jaw dropped. I don't know what exactly I am feeling right now, but it's exciting. I kinda like it here. For the first time in forever. I finally found the other foxes. Kira, Loki, Mune, and I have been looking for the remaining fox, and I finally have them in my eyes. I'm so excited!

He was hungry and starved, as he had only been given a tiny glass of blood for a week. He felt like a dog. He had been tortured for days by his captors. He had been beaten, shot and forced to drink juniper which weakened him even more as his captors forced him to name other vampire, which he refused to do.

Stacy quipped as she took her place beside her Alpha female. “Oh sweet child, you are nothing more than a mutt!” William gestured to one of the white panthers who leaped towards the young wolf, Stacy didn’t even shift, she shoulder barged the panther in mid jump sending him to a heap on the floor, as Stacy rounded on her prey, she kept her eyes on the king, to prove a point she held the panthers head up as her claws dragged across his neck and tore out his throat. “This Mutt! Just took down your loyal Fucking pet, now shall we get this over with?”

"They blew the wall." Before I could ask who, the thick curtain of black smoke parted. Three massive, scar-faced rogue wolves leaped through the ruined metal frame of the greenhouse. They were massive, ugly beasts, their fur matted with dried mud and fresh blood, their lips curled back to expose long, yellow fangs dripping with thick saliva. The lead wolf—a brute with a jagged, torn ear and sickly yellow eyes—spat a glob of blood onto the broken glass. His gaze slid past me, locking onto Camilla's terrified, shaking form.