Hazelle Hunger Games Novels & Stories

He turned and walked down the garden path, disappearing into the dark. Hazel stood there shivering, and not because of the cold. Her new world, which had felt like a shield, was suddenly full of a whole different set of dangers. There was a past grudge nastier than she ever imagined, and a power struggle that had been waiting for her arrival. She looked back at the lights and the noise from inside the house. Through the window, she saw Jasper laughing with a guest. A grandfather full of regret, hiding a bitter truth. With her head full of questions and her heart freshly wounded, Hazel took a deep breath. This announcement night wasn't the end. It was the start of a much more dangerous game.

My hands gripped the wheel so tightly the leather creaked. “Hang on, Hazel,” I muttered. “I’m coming.” The bus station was chaotic when I arrived. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the stares. Jaden’s team had already secured the area. A young guard handed me a tablet showing the security feed. There she was — Hazel, in a loose hoodie and jeans, carrying a small bag. She looked exhausted. Scared. She kept one hand on her belly the entire time as she boarded the bus. My heart twisted.

It was clear that they had been starved for days, their bodies drained. I was afraid that my mate, with his kind eyes and hesitant demeanor, would eventually give in and kiss Hazel, risking everything we built together. I didn't want him to give up; I needed him to keep fighting the insatiable hunger that threatened to consume him. Hazel quickly rushes over, her hands expertly tending to his burnt wounds with swift, practiced motions, while my fist clenches tightly at my side to see her touch him.

Hazel said, kneeling to examine the chains binding Bella’s wrists and ankles. “It isn’t magic, so I can easily break it,” she said. Then she chanted a brief spell, and the chains fell. “It is so dangerous here, Haze. How are we going to leave, and how did you even get in?” “I’ll explain later, but they killed Halle already, and she gave me directions.” When Hazel said this, Bella glanced at her.

Hazel threw up every content in her stomach till she was scared she would bring up her intestines. Panting, she looked into the mirror and all she could see was a ghost of herself and it did not help that she indeed was more of a ghost now. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still gasping for breath. 'How am I supposed to survive the next seven days?' Hazel asked herself. There was no way she was ever going to eat blood pudding or any of the cannibalistic food she was sure was on the gourmet menu in this realm. "Seems I'll end up in hell after all," Hazel said to her reflection in the mirror above.

So now he was really nervous about going to the Millers' house to uncover all that horrible charade. "There's someone on the terrace." "Isn't that a girl?" "I think it's Jessica Miller." Hazel immediately stepped down the slippery cobblestone path in front of Mila Miller's house. She almost slipped because she was too excited to meet Mila Miller, but luckily Calvin quickly caught her arm and gave her a glare for her carelessness. “Sorry, I got too excited,” Hazel said, grinning. "Don't make me regret bringing you here." Hazel chuckled. She wanted to jerk Calvin's hand in her arm, but she didn't dare argue with Calvin because she realized her mistake had almost cost her her life.

Hazel could breathe for the life of her; she kept kicking and struggling, but slowly she grew weaker and weaker till her limbs fell and she passed out. ~~~~ Several moments later, Hazel woke up in a prison or a cell; she wasn't sure which was which, but she sat there in confusion. Suddenly, everything that had happened to her came back in a rush, and she managed to stand up and reach towards the metal grates. She pulled at them with her weak hands, all to no avail; she shouted as much as she could to get the attention of anyone, but it was pointless. She crumpled down to her knees in defeat; her dress seemed thorny at some places, and she didn't care; she was just so scared and anxious; she

He was almost losing his patience, seeing the blood flowing from Hazel's neck. Hazel kept her eyes closed, enduring the pain, preparing to die if no one could save her. She considered attacking Bella by kicking or elbowing her stomach. But that would move Bella's hand, which would only hurt her more. “Say it, Zia. In prison with me, or die?” Bella whispered. Hazel had no energy left to respond to Bella’s words. Bella’s elbow kept pressing against her chest, making it hard to breathe. Her legs trembled, barely able to hold her up in that position, and she feared death; she was so weak.

Hazel chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my threat. "You mean the mate who has fallen for my fiancé?" Hazel raised an eyebrow. "I think we're in for a bloodbath, because my fiancé won't let her go. Believe me, I despise her, and I want her out of this packhouse. But Ryder refuses to leave her, and Zelda, well, she wouldn't want to lay eyes on you, let alone be with you," Hazel revealed. Her words pierced my heart, yet I remained resolute in my determination to rescue Zelda, no matter the cost or the blood spilled.

he left the room. I walked further into the room and watched as Hazle ran around the room, packing the rest of her stuff. “I bet you’re eager to get home,” I said, sitting in one of the empty seats. “Very much so,” she said, glancing at me. “Especially considering Jazzy has conjured darkness. I fear not even my shield will be able to protect them from what she has planned.” “What does she have planned?” I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously. “I wish I knew, but it can’t be good if she needs to use Zagreus to accomplish it.” I was silent, unsure of what to say to that. I stared down at my hands and tugged at my fingers nervously. “Do you think it has to do with me?” I finally asked the que