Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Blood stained the dirt as the battle raged on, the scent of fear and violence filling the night air. The scent of fear and violence filled the air, mingling with the metallic stench of blood. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched in a mix of horror and relief as Azriel swiftly dispatched the remaining two vampires. The lifeless bodies lay strewn across the ground, a grim to the battle that had just unfolded.

My harsh breathing withers away, and I fall slack against meaty arms. No. No… I try to kick, but my limbs don’t move. Soon enough, darkness swallows me whole. ---- ETHAN's POV I barge out of the car before it fully stops moving. The scene before me is a battlefield. A few men lie on the ground, their blood forming pools on the filthy asphalt. Others are hiding from the gunfire behind cars. But there’s nothing to hide from. More accurately, we’re late. Fvck. Laye motions for his guards to check the perimeter, and they comply with sharp nods. I remain in place, feet planted solidly on the ground, as my gaze roams the cars and the people left behind, whether alive or with their heads down.

The ground beneath them was saturated with blood and strewn with the corpses of both innocent children and adults alike. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Beta Dexter was having a nice cameo. He and his fellow governing council members were also mesmerized by my chants. They were also filled with a violent desire, turning on each other with their eyes glowing and their bodies covered in fur. They snarled and howled, giving in to their primal instincts, before feasting on each other.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

Dear Reader, Thank you for being an amazing reader of my work. Please vote for BLOOD BATH (Full Moon) and also drop a review. Let me know your thoughts. Warm Regards, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE. Trainor stepped forward with his gun pointing at Zain! "Put the gun down, Dad!" Megan yelled, her gaze fixed on the gun. "You might hurt yourself!" Zain stood still, relaxed and unbothered.

Then the thing shifted again—and it was Alessio himself, younger, afraid, cornered, pointing a gun at a boy who would not fight back. The vault wasn’t memory. It was punishment. It moved like it knew the deepest parts of you—and hated them. The walls pulsed. Then the whisper returned. “One blood must break for the rest to live.” Alessio turned to Emilia. Her face had gone pale, but not from fear. From recognition. “What does it mean?” he asked. “It means what it always meant,” she said. “We were never meant to survive each other. This war... it was designed.”

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

Balthazar let out a raspy laugh. “You can’t kill me, so go ahead and try. I’ll just come back looking for more blood.” Balthazar gave him a crazed look, hunger in his eyes. This excited him, and his blood lust was shining through. My stomach turned as I looked at the pure evil that emanated off of him. But I could also see how hungry Garren was for Balthazar's blood too, and it was something I didn’t want him to have stain his hands. Balthazar was here for me, and I wouldn’t let his destruction weigh on anyone else’s shoulders.

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.

A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The war starts here, weapon. A note fluttered from her pocket, unnoticed until now: Fight or fall, weapon. The courtyard seals it. The crescent moon symbol glared, and the streetlamps flickered, the rally’s distant noise fading to a drone. Alice’s scar glowed brighter, heat surging, and she froze, the cult’s plan tightening like a noose. She bolted across the courtyard, Kane’s voice calling, Liam’s plea echoing, Mira’s text burning, Rhea’s taunt biting, Elara’s touch fading. The cult’s web was closing, and she was its center.