Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

The sight of my father mauled by my own hands, covered in blood I had spilled. For years, I have avoided battles. Avoided hunting. Anything that could spill blood and let my men take care of shit. For even the scent of blood awakens the beast inside of me. And still, every second, every minute, the hunger gnawed at me. It was never satisfied. Blood. Always. Wanting. Blood. “Maybe—” Zechariah began, but his words were cut short as a thunderous crash shook the chamber. The heavy doors swung open violently, slamming angrily against the stone walls.

like it could crack at any second. "I was shocked when Ruby told me everything," Zenia added, folding her arms. "But somehow... it felt like Bloodbath didn't actually want you dead." "What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Bloodbath never misses," Zenia said. "If he wants someone dead, they're dead. He could shoot someone's head from miles away without blinking." "It still doesn't justify what he did," Chaney snapped, his voice sharp with anger. "Just because everyone fears him in L'impasse des Ombres doesn't mean he gets to act like a god."

Scarlett whimpered, stumbling back, but Seraphina didn’t let up. Another snarl. Another pounce. This time, she sank her teeth into Scarlett’s hind leg, shaking her like a rag doll before slamming her into the ground. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the battlefield. Scarlett whimpered again, her once-confident stance now weak and trembling. Blood poured from her wounds, soaking into the dirt beneath her. But Seraphina wasn't done. She moved like a ghostly predator, precise and merciless. Growls filled the night, the scent of anger, blood, and death thick in the air as Seraphina pounced again, claws digging deep into Scarlett’s chest. Scarlett barely had time to breathe before Serap

(Katniss) “NO! You can’t die on me, Richard! Not after what you just revealed to me! I’m not the right person you should be telling those words to!” I took my dagger and slit my palm. Blade once told me that my blood was special. It worked on him once. And I was hoping now more than ever that it was true, that it would work on Richard, too. “Please don’t die, Richard. You need to tell those words to your son. You owe it to him!” I fed him my blood while desperately searching for Blade in the crowd. When I saw him, I screamed, “Blade!”

An animal skin was brought and kept in her shoulder as a covering. A huge bowel of blood was brought by two muscular shirt less man dressed in animal skin which just covered the lower part of their body, they took the bowl and raised it above Elena and priestess Lydia and Fedora began to chants and when they stops the bowl of blood was poured on Elena and her eyes were opened as the blood poured from her head to her feet, soaking her hair down to her garment, she was dripping in blood this was always done to the Luna or a member of the family of previous Superior pack and was mostly done before the fight begins. Elena stretched out her hands and the blood dropped on i and Anthony and so

Dragon and vampire, fire and shadow, hunger reflected in gold and crimson. I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk twisting despite the rage. Let them all see. If they wanted to take her, they’d drown in the blood price first. They went down one by one. Caelum’s snarls carried over from the far side of the arena, Elias’s fire popped in sharp bursts, but Nora. I lost her flame in the smoke. Panic cut through clearer than any blade. I flowed through the battlefield like the smoke I was, shadows curling around me, mercs falling silent where I passed. My hunger roared in my ears, but I shut it out. Not until I found her. Not until I knew she still burned.

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he asked me. "Yes," “Good. Come on, there are a lot of vampires outside of the shelter. They smelled your blood last night. Our defenses are so strong that they can't smell us and even vampire hunters like us can't get in here, but the defenses can't handle your blood. The smell of your blood was so strong that our protectio n could not prevent the smell from coming out. You have to be careful not to get injured, Young Lady, that's dangerous for you," he said at length.

I yanked the bag downward with all my strength, then drove my knee up, slamming it straight into his stomach. A dull grunt escaped him as his body staggered backward. He collapsed against the stair railing, his face turning pale in an instant. Brian recovered and rushed at me again. I did not give him the chance. I bent down fast and grabbed the metal cash box my dad had thrown aside earlier. Bang! The edge of the box smashed down onto Brian's foot. "Argh! My foot!" He clutched it, rolling on the ground in pain. I did not stop. I grabbed my backpack and sprinted down the stairs.

The auditorium was stuck in horrified stillness for several suspended moments as the words seemed to reverberate through the stagnant air like lingering shrapnel. Then, as if a flare had gone off, the room erupted in a deafening swell of heated discourse, with conversations exploding in a frenzied jostle to analyze the consequences, dispute the merciless protocols, and just absorb the grandeur of what had just occurred. "Can you fucking _believe_ this outdated initiation ritual bullshit they're putting us through?" Mia hissed beside Lila, clearly disgusted. "It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Gam