History Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Idris unleashed a surge of golden fire, the flames roaring as they consumed the creature, yet it continued forward, undeterred. Lena gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain in her side as she raised her dagger. Then— The whisper came again. Let me in. Lena gasped, her knees nearly buckling as the Rift’s energy surged through her veins. It wanted her. It needed her. And for the first time— She wasn’t sure if she could fight it. The battle raged around her, but the world was slipping away. Her vision blurred. Her pulse slowed. The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

” I exclaimed. Her eyes widened as she started to understand what I was talking about. “You said so yourself. We're just fun to them. What if the only reason they want us to get in is to provide entertainment for the Elites?” “Then, none of us are safe, are we? All fifteen subs who got in this year are just prey.” I said. She shook her head in disbelief. “It's like the squid games or the hunger games.” She said breathlessly. “Except there's no winner in these games!” I exclaimed. It was horrible, I fell silent and we both just stared into space, the both of us with different thoughts on our minds.

The little girl, however, was different. “What are you doing, Tarryn?” Her mother asked the little girl one day. She had been playing out by the fields when she had felt hunger. Her stomach rumbled and she put matters into her own hands. It had been days since she had last eaten meat. The rations her mother had were just grains and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to sate her hunger. Wiping her hands behind her back, she looks back at her mother. She didn’t even notice how her mother’s eyes had widened, how her mother took a step back as she had looked at her. Licking her canines, she raised an eyebrow, “I hunted, Mama. You can cook this later.”

My legs moved faster than I thought possible, propelled by pure, desperate instinct. I grabbed the plate, my hands trembling uncontrollably from weakness and urgency, and devoured it. I didn't care how I looked, how animalistic my actions might seem, shoving food into my mouth like I'd never seen it before. I didn't care if it made me seem desperate or uncivilized. Hunger had no shame, no dignity. My hands shoveled the food in, tearing at the bread, wolfing down the meat. It wasn't warm, it was bland, almost tasteless, but I didn't care. It was food, and my body cried out for it, absorbing every crumb.

[The Hunger of 7.0] The scream wasn't coming from my throat, but it was vibrating through my teeth. It was a sound like grinding glass and dying stars, a digital hunger that felt like a swarm of insects crawling beneath my skin. The Heir wasn't just a voice anymore; it was a ghost trying to claw its way out of my chest to take its first real breath.

TRIGGER WARNING I woke up completely famished. My mind was urging me to get up and eat. I crawled carefully over Jamie and Sebastian who were in bed with me. I stepped silently over the other four to make my way down to the kitchen. I got down there and started making a huge pot of noodles for spaghetti. I started cooking ground venison before grabbing more uncooked venison out of the refrigerator to snack on while everything else cooked. Once the meat was done, I drained it as I leaned against the counter, continuing to eat the raw venison.

Always watching. I looked at the tray. Watery broth, a chunk of bread gone stale at the edges. Steam rose in thin curls, filling the air with the faint scent of onion. My stomach growled, loud enough to make my cheeks burn. But I stayed still. Hunger was familiar. Hunger was another chain. Still… Cassian’s words haunted me. Survival isn’t about pride. It’s about being alive tomorrow to make another choice. I reached for the bowl. The metal was warm against my fingers. Slowly, I ate. Every swallow scraped against my throat, every bite tasted like rust. It felt like defeat, but it was fuel. Not for Reyes. For me.

she giggled, pointing at me. "That's the last rule. If you don't meet your mate in your first year, you have to come again until you do. But this year, I hope we'll be having a special guest," Bella said. "I hear that he's never come to one of these parties before," another girl named Gana, who was the pack gamma's daughter, joined in the conversation. It seemed she knew who Bella was talking about. "So, he's like our age?" I asked. "No! He's like 30, much older," I blinked, "that means he hasn't found his mate? What makes him special?" I asked.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

The violence in Elail was a large driving factor behind the modification of the regulations. So, thus, The Hunt was born. It was aptly named as every alpha over the age of 18 without a mate was invited to participate each June in a Hunt to find their omega mate. Omegas were not given a choice, if they were not mated and were over the age of 18 they were required to present themselves as an eligible mate to the council each June and in turn, participate in the Hunt until they were 'caught'. Most omegas only participated in one Hunt, but some went two or three years before finding their mate. A few very unlucky omegas went as many as six years before a mate was negotiated for them, a man not f