Foxface Hunger Games Novels & Stories

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.

The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating the conclusion of the fight. Darian stepped forward, holding out the plate with the steak. “A winner is crowned! Scarface, your prize awaits!” The werewolf staggered toward the bars, his eyes locked on the steak, the promise of food after days of starvation. The crowd continued to laugh and cheer, their entertainment complete. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned away, tears streaming down my face. The laughter, the mockery, echoed in my ears, a cruel reminder of the world we lived in. A world where suffering was sport, where dignity was stripped away for the amusement of others.

Fox said through clenched teeth “aren’t they?” “Absolutely” Cosmo agreed but he lifted his head from her and wrapped his hands around the sides of his bucket to grip it tightly. The last member, a teenage girl of about eighteen with light pink hair pulled back into a ponytail, made moaning noises and it all clicked. “Wait…. you two had sex?” I gasped at them, before Fox slapped me upside the head roughly. “What of it?” she snapped back at me “want to make fun of us, like those fuckwits over there are?”

Third Person POV “You have to eat,” Giulia said, pushing a plate of food toward her. It had been three days since Sasha arrived at this hell hole, and she hadn’t touched even a morsel of food. The smell of the roast beef caused her stomach to growl, betraying her. But Sasha was adamant. She wasn’t going to eat. She was on a hunger strike. Sasha turned her head away from Guilia, drawing her knees up to her chest on her small bed.

Zog puffs but is glad to be able to eat. The smell of roasted meat ends up attracting two beings that were walking around, and they approach, peeking through the trees. When Sophia sees them, she screams, scaring the phoenix, which rises and hides at the top of a tree. The two creatures come out of hiding with their hands in the air. - Sorry, but we smell like roast beef. We are very hungry. Can we attend the feast? The meat is too much for just the two of you. - And who are you? - Lucifron asks, in a defensive position, ready to let Zog out.

Her eyes travel over his body, he was definitely well muscled, judging from those strong legs. “You like what you see?” His voice was surprisingly not cloying with sexual tones. “I am still making judgements.” She admits. She finally looked into his face. Briefly she wondered if he would have been unshaven but that wasn’t the case. Her eyes finally look with his, dark and desirous. Yet she doesn’t find anything creepy in his look. “Are you still hungry?” “I am,” “Sly Fox,” he introduces himself. “Cecilia,” she briefly took his hand. His touch was warm and firm. Without saying another word, she follows him toward a local fish restaurant.

Jasmine whined as her stomach grumbled Jabal scoffed. "You've eaten three hotdogs, two cans of Jojo drink, two plates of cold macaroni and cheese, a plate of chicken soup, two packs of biscuit and you're complaining of hunger? huh?" Jasmine glared at him. "I shouldn't feel hungry because I've eaten that much huh?"

Hours of chanting, each of us holding Roxie’s charred hand or foot as Olaf mixed herbs and guided our voiced was exhausting. My head dropped, fighting waves of tiredness after days of running from Foxton. Olaf and Felix had battled too, their red wounds matching Roxie’s battered form.

Relief floods her face at his words until he continues to speak. “However, she made a fatal error. She sided with a man who cut out Ransom’s eye. That’s not all. What so did to my nephew with that man and threatened to do to my precious baby brother has earned her sentence. Unless you want the same fate as her and Francis, I suggest you leave. Now,” Fox deadpans. Before he became Doc Fox, he was the Frosty White Fox. This man is the most feared Death King. He has money and power, along with the skills of a highly trained assassin. He views most people as sheep, mindless pawns for him to use on his chessboard. Fox snaps Weston’s codename, then looks back at Francesca. Weston grabs the thin, w

Jerk! "I am hungry," Ace declared, his voice echoing through the kitchen. "Mee too," Felix agreed as I started to walk away to retrieve plates. "She's my woman, not your maid. If you want someone to serve you, ask a maid or make a girlfriend," Ace said with a smirk, making me chuckle at his remark. "Aw, come on, Ace. Don't be like that. I'm just a poor, hungry boy," Felix said, batting his eyelashes in mock innocence. "Besides, girlfriends are hard to come by. They have this habit of expecting commitment."