History Hunger Games Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 124: THE HUNGER OF THE NEW GOD The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a birth is rarely a beautiful thing—it’s a bloody, violent struggle for air in a world that wants to keep you small. But this? This wasn't a birth. It was an awakening of a hunger so ancient, so primal, that the very air in the "Project Genesis" dome seemed to curdled into ash.

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.

Her heart slammed in her chest. But she didn’t react. Didn’t protest. Didn’t dare. Instead, Dante fastened the diamond necklace around her throat. Cold. Heavy. Claiming. His lips lowered to her ear. “You look better wearing something that proves you belong to me.” Something inside her snapped. She’d been taking care of herself since she was basically 13. SHE BELONGED TO NO ONE! Amara ripped the diamond necklace from her throat. The gem crashed against the marble floor. Gasps filled the room.

A grimace crosses her face, "At least it's not poisonous, just yet." With her words already coming late as I drank the juice, its the warm, stale juice hits my tongue. Olivia's right. Players indeed couldn't be choosers, not here in this place. There were few luxuries to be had and even basic necessities were scarce at times. For now, all we could remain, continuing to choke down the bitter juice until the next meager ration of sustenance arrives. Survival in this games has become a game of endurance, of swallowing one's dignity and pride. Serene then picks up a spoon and examines the same porridge with resignation, "Yeah right. At least it's something," she replies quietly, her voice resign

A song of survival. She closed her eyes, letting the music drown out the growling in her stomach. Hunger was familiar now. An old friend. Some nights, she got by with nothing but a cup of water. Other nights, if she was lucky, she’d take home leftovers from the café where she worked. But today wasn’t one of those lucky nights.

THE HUNGER IS FEEDING. The stars dimmed further, losing their luster as if suffocated by an invisible shroud. NOT ON LIFE. ON DESPAIR. Aurora's eyes widened in horror as the final piece of the cosmic puzzle fell into place. The Hunger had evolved. Long ago, during the First War, it had consumed physical worlds and devoured galaxies. Now, it had learned to consume human suffering. And suffering was an endless, renewable resource. The Void King cursed, a low, rumbling sound that shook the debris drifting through the fractured sky. "Of course."

The last three stories explored the diverse reactions of humans and animals to hunger and food. Anuri nodded. 'Exactly. A Battle of Will…’

My hunger had reached its limit, and the scent of nourishment overwhelmed my willpower. With trembling hands, I picked up the fork and took a small bite. The flavors exploded on my tongue, satisfying my hunger and awakening a long-forgotten pleasure. The men observed my capitulation with a mix of relief and satisfaction, as if fulfilling their duty to ensure my survival. As the days turned into weeks, this ritual of nourishment and submission became a routine. Each meal brought with it a delicate dance of resistance and acquiescence. I tried to maintain my independence, my spirit unyielding, but the persistent pangs of hunger weakened my resistance.

Kara struggled the most. She had been a shadow for so long that being flesh and blood felt like a prison. Her body demanded things she had never needed before. Food, water, sleep. Warmth when the wind blew cold. Rest when her muscles ached. She had not known that hunger could hurt so much, that thirst could make her throat burn, that exhaustion could make her bones feel like lead.

of course, entented with the information. "In a country at war with its own population? Yes, it's real. "Hunter gets inexpressive, facing the flames. "I can't find a way to explain this to you in a pleasant way. It's disgusting. Cruel. A game with human puppets. As money enters, children who grow up earn what is necessary not to starve, and sink more and deeper into unimaginable obligations. This is how the world works behind the luxurious buildings you know, girl.”