Hunger Games Bloodbath の小説・ストーリー

“When her hunger peaks, she will choose the throat she wants most.” Avel’s jaw clenched. “She has already chosen.” Caelan’s smile sharpened. “Are you sure?” I gasped as hunger slammed through me again — worse than before — a crushing ache that made my knees buckle. Avel caught me, lowering me against his chest, breath unsteady as he held me through the wave. Caelan watched, fascinated. “She needs blood,” he murmured. “And soon.” Avel pressed his forehead to mine. “I know.”

The battlefield changed immediately. The shadows exploded outward. Not Elias' shadows. Not corrupted shadows. Hunter's shadows. Controlled. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. The darkness spread across the battlefield like a living storm. One mutant disappeared. Then another. Then ten more. The creatures barely had time to react. The shadows swallowed them whole. When they emerged— Nothing remained. Not even bodies. Hunter walked forward calmly. Like he wasn't committing absolute devastation. Like he wasn't terrifying. Like he wasn't becoming one of the most dangerous beings I had ever met.

It wasn't a fight; it was an execution. The rotunda transformed into a slaughterhouse. The "Weeping Well" lived up to its name as the drainage channels began to run thick with red. The air grew heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp, ozone scent of my unleashed Alpha aura. Grey watched, his back pressed against the weeping wall, as his colleagues were systematically culled. He saw the Ghost Hounds move with the grace of wolves in a sheepfold, their blades flashing in the dark. I stepped over the body of the fifth elder, my boots splashing in a shallow pool of crimson. I reached Grey, the tip of my blood-dripping dagger coming to rest just under his chin, forcing him to look up.

The darkness remained silent and empty. “Alexei! You bastard!” I kept roaring. Kept screaming his name until my voice cracked. My throat felt like it was on fire. Each scream tore at my vocal cords. And I could taste blood in my throat, warm and metallic. It filled my mouth. I coughed violently. Blood splattered from my lips onto my chest and trousers. The dark stains spread across the fabric as an evidence of my desperation. But I didn't stop. I needed to get out of this shit and save Irina. I needed to see that son of a bitch and put a bullet in his fucking head this time!

I couldn’t move a single muscle as he stepped effortlessly over the corpse, bridging the distance between us until his massive frame completely blocked out the light. His fingers were surprisingly gentle against the heavy fabric, but his movements were unyielding as he hooked his thumb under the rigid collar of my dress and pulled it down, exposing the thick linen bandages underneath—and the dark crimson blood actively seeping through them. The growl that tore from his chest was low, feral, and vibrated straight against my ribs. “Who did this?” he demanded, his voice a lethal vibration that threatened to bring the stone walls down around us. “One of the tributes?”

My voice was fierce and broken. “No one likes him Elena.” She whispered back. “But we have to endure him, we can't do anything about it right now, Elena.” My sob grew even louder. “He could have raped me last night, he even killed a man last night. I saw him. I saw him all covered in blood, mother.” Another sob. “He was all covered in blood on our wedding night, mother.” I sobbed shaking violently. “He's a monster.” “Oh, God! Elena.” Mom pulled back, holding me at arm's length, her face was barely visible to me over my eyes clouded and blurred with several tears spilling out without restraint.

Mom rushed over with red‑rimmed eyes and slapped me across the face. “It must have been you who drove Sheila away.” Her voice trembled with anger. “A girl raised by human traffickers is exactly what I expected. We should never have let you come back.” I stared at her. Then, through the blood blurring my vision, I looked toward Derrick. At that moment, the system’s countdown echoed in my mind. The stabbing pain in my chest intensified without warning. It hurt so much that every word required all the strength I had left. “If this was how things were going to be…”

Explode. The canyon echoed with the rhythmic, deafening destruction of the ancient vanguard obliterating the front ranks of the nightmare. The valley floor was quickly covered in a thick layer of crushed gray gravel, the remnants of a hundred feral entities erased from existence in a matter of minutes. A mile back, standing on a high, safe ledge overlooking the carnage, the leader of the blood-born watched the slaughter.

I maneuvered through the trees, finding the best paths until I reached an open area. Looking down, I noticed her blood staining my shirt, the metallic scent wafting into my nostrils, igniting a primal hunger. It triggered an overwhelming urge to feed on something raw, with blood. My body trembled as the transformation threatened to take over, making it a struggle to maintain control. I knew losing control would mean Venita's death.

one said as the gush of blood splattered out as the bhampir bitten the neck until he was drained to the bone and he can no longer be of color and dropped dead as they all ran 78it was none other than cassandra (about her)