Hunger Games Begin Novels & Stories

“I love you, Tyler...” “How about a group hug!!“ Hugo yelled. Everyone hugged each other. Hugo is the one who kidnaps Kyra, which she discovers. Everyone burst out laughing. Even though the world is not yet at peace because of demons, people may be certain that someone will fight them. And that group is the Teen Hunters. THE END.....

He ordered someone, I feel a pinch in my neck and I'm out like a light. Waking up I find myself chained to the wall, one end connecting to my ankle the other to the brick wall. I'm laying on a plain mattress that smells musty. A tray of food sits in front of me, a bottle of water, a loaf of bread some carrots and thin slices of chicken. I force myself to finish the food not knowing when my next meal will be, eating for three now I have to think of my babies. "Hey!, I have to use the bathroom."

Again and always, love. The golden eye expanded, fury replacing its amusement. THEN I WILL END BOTH OF YOU. The heavens shattered, and the fracture burst open completely. From beyond reality, the true form of the First Hunger finally began to emerge in all its terrible glory. The final war had begun.

Charlotte took the passenger seat while Anthony and I sat at the back. “How are you feeling? Tired?” Charlotte turned around and asked me concernedly. “I'm alright, not too tired.” I smiled. “Just a bit hungry.” “I knew you'd be starving!” Charlotte took a bun out of her bag and handed it to me. “Have this for now. I'll bring you to eat something good later.” I took the bun, tore open the wrapping, and began eating. The sweetness of the cream permeated through my mouth. “Are you busy later, Anthony? Wanna join us for a meal?” Charlotte turned to Anthony.

The Hunger roared in terror. And for the first time since the beginning of creation… The Witness smiled. 👁️ ⸻ Because the truth had finally begun to awaken. ⸻ End of Chapter 46 To Be Continued…

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

Not for Zane. Somewhere deep in the shadows of the penthouse, I felt the quiet whisper of the storm to come. The first move was set. The game had begun. And the price… the price of defiance, of survival, was about to be paid. Outside, a distant wolf howled, echoing through the night. My stomach twisted. The hunt was beginning. And I had no choice but to run, fight, and survive.

Inside the iron cage, a swarm of rats huddled in the darkness, their eyes glowing green as they squeaked and chattered. Terror consumed my entire body. I struggled with everything I had left to break free, but they locked the cage shut. The next second, the swarm of rats descended upon me, biting and tearing at my skin. The agonizing pain of my flesh being ripped apart made me howl in screams. Peering through the only narrow gap in the cage, I could see Tom pressing himself over Aria with heavy breathing. "Tom, come on..." "No, it'll hurt the baby." "Then let me help you..."

I ask curiously. They all feed off my every word, like I've seen them do with Angel. Maybe it's because I wear his mark now? "Like I said before, this game will be different. You shut out your wolf completely, your only weapon is your fighting skill. You can hurt each other, but I want zero broken bones. How many of you have seen the hunger games?" I ask, a lot of hands raise, including mine.

“Boss, this is a good time. Their bodyguard is with them. Let me go plant the bug.” I don’t turn to look at him, my eyes locked on the women laughing on the court. My voice is sharp but steady. “Go now, Gabe.” I don’t turn around to face him, but from the corner of my eye I see Gabe slipping away through the south exit, heading straight for the car park. The Hunger Games has officially begun.