Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Julian’s eyes flicker between Blade and me and he says, “Don’t tarnish our line with this half-blood. Do you understand me?” Blade scoffs, “You can’t control me, father.” Julian’s eyebrows raise, I don’t think that Blade has ever stood up to him before. The look of shock is rather satisfying. Blade turns on his heel and faces me, “Let’s go to your room, Raya. I can get food brought to us.” Julian yells behind us, “We have nothing for humans!” Blade calls back as he leads me away, “She’s a half-blood! She drinks like us.”

My eyes widened when the lights went off and Lilian walked away without saying a word to respond. Dimmed lights suddenly appeared on the ground where people lay on the ground as if unconscious, or more specifically, coming back to their senses. My eyes searched them for my wife to find her sitting down, her hands rubbing her eyes as she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the light around her. Richard sat up close beside her, the two of them looked one another in the eye, confusion draw over their expressions. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

Those memories became my anchor, my reason to fight. I poured every ounce of strength I had into the final incantation, my voice breaking as I screamed the last words. The bowl shattered, sending shards flying through the air. The mingled blood burst into flame, casting a searing light that blinded me. Pain unlike anything I had ever known ripped through me, a white-hot agony that felt like my very soul was being torn apart. I screamed, the sound raw and primal, as the energy consumed me. The ground split open beneath the altar, a gaping maw of darkness threatening to swallow me whole. My body convulsed, my vision blurring, but I refused to let go.

How cowardice can Jackson be. As I stood in the aftermath of the chaos, my eyes swept over the scene. Half of the mansion was burnt down, smoke rising into the dark sky. But the true horror was the bodies littered everywhere— Hunter’s men, Jackson’s men, all lifeless. Blood soaked the ground, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of death. Though both Hunter and Jackson had suffered losses, Hunter’s pack had been caught off guard. Jackson had attacked when no one expected it. Suddenly, I heard a scream from upstairs. My heart skipped a beat— it was Lisa. Her voice was strained, filled with terror. I didn’t think twice. I sprinted toward Hunter’s study, my mind racing as fast as my fe

It sloshed around until it filled to the top. Veronica removed the needle and the smell of her blood wafted up to me. I was still in my demon form! Shit! My bloodlust started to come out as my eyes instantly went to the spot where a drop of blood seeped out over her fair skin. My throat started to burn and itch as it began to crave for blood. I gulped and forced my eyes to look away. After the second vial was full, it felt like pure torture. Veronica bandaged up Arisa, stopping the bleeding but it was too late. The smell of blood filled the room.

Chapter 1: Blood Debt The warehouse smelled like rust and death. Luca Rossi stood over the body, chest rising slow and steady, the only sound in the sudden silence. Marco Vitale’s eyes stared up at the cracked ceiling, vacant now, blood pooling dark and thick beneath his head. One clean shot—center mass—then two more to be sure. Message delivered. Luca wiped his hands on a rag one of his men handed him, though the blood had already dried under his nails. He didn’t flinch. He never did.

She barely spoke, but her eyes occasionally flicked toward me—a cold reminder that if I slipped up, Rhea would be the first to die. I couldn’t let that happen. My roars grew louder. I slammed through the horde, tearing, ripping, shredding. Black blood splattered the walls, staining other paintings. The Elaria Gallery had become a battlefield. And tonight… it would be destroyed. *** Then, silence. The last creature fell, its head cut off by Callum’s staff. Its body trembled, then crumbled into black ash. I stood, chest heaving, my body drenched in foul liquid, breath ragged. Callum leaned on his staff, face stiff but eyes still burning with adrenaline.

Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds. Callum had his eyes shut tight. Everything happening around him was too much to handle. He wanted to be with Steph. He was trembling with fear. He was mumbling for Steph. The air was thick as 6 people held their breath at the smell of blood filled the air. "Get your fucking hands of him. You bastard". Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him.

Shattered on stone like a bomb detonating. Ceramic shrapnel exploded. One piece—razor-sharp, spinning—caught her palm. Sliced to bone. Blood poured. Rich. Red. Alive. The smell detonated in my brain. Everything human vanished. Erased. Gone. The hunger didn't rise—it consumed me. BLOOD. MINE. TAKE. NOW. I moved. Pure instinct. Pure need. No thought. No choice. Vampire speed. One second seated. The next—across the table. Hand around the maid's throat. Lifting her off the ground.

assistant"> The battlefield above Blood Moon territory had become hell. Silver fire burned across the forest. Warriors clashed beneath shattered trees while the night sky glowed red from explosions tearing through the borders. Blood soaked the earth as howls echoed through the darkness like ghosts screaming through the mountains. And at the center of it— George fought like death itself. A High Circle warrior flew backward after George’s claws ripped through his chest. Another charged instantly from the side, silver blade raised— George snapped the warrior’s neck before the attack could land.