Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Callum’s estate-the plan Lucas and Sophie made it out alive, victorious in the games. Hunter released them—though not without a stern warning. He’d cleared the place, leaving only her, him, and Hank, along with the rest of the vampire clan. Hunter was fighting to keep his composure; hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Three weeks in, he forced her to feed again, but this time, the bloodlust took over. He knew what she craved—his hands trailed her skin, his lips moved lower. He took his time, drawing her in, but when her gaze locked with him, all he saw was hate. She saw a monster, a killer. The desire was fleeting; the hatred lingered.

"But I have every intention of ensuring you live long enough to suffer properly. Long enough to crawl to me on your knees, begging me to claim you as mine." "I'd rather die first." "Oh, my sweet prince," Velis purred, leaning closer. "Death would be a mercy I have no intention of granting you. Not until you've learned exactly where you belong." * Ancient bloodletting bowls lined the corridor walls, their silver surfaces reflecting distorted images of the tribute procession. Caelum caught glimpses of his own face—pale, determined, but younger than he wanted to appear. Behind him, the other tributes stumbled forward on unsteady legs, their fear a living thing that seemed to feed the shadows da

It is because I can feel it, and it is real. The sounds of metal clashing against each other and flesh tearing alongside the yells of the vampires fighting against each other woke Amber from her thoughts as Jade neared the grounds of Polis. Each second she hears them, it cuts her deep inside and she would always have a feeling that her ‘people’ are dying. But just like always, there was nothing she could do. As soon as Jade set her on the ground, away from the battle scene, Bathilda and Samantha came running to them and Samantha announced immediately, “It is the Lifebloods.”

“Let me finish him, Father.” “No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.” With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows. John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched. “If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.” The Blood Father opened his arms. “So be it.” Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned. The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.

All I got in response was a dejected look, and I rolled my eyes. “You guys are bored when you see death is near. I guess you've just come to terms with the fact that I won.” Mirena took my hand and dragged the blade across my palms, and I clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to feel the pain. “Ouch, I muttered as I bled, and she let it pour into a cup. “Now, you have to step into the blood bath.” I looked up to see the blood moon directly above us, and I smirked as I stepped into the pool of blood of all those innocent children.

The taste of blood filled her mouth, the coppery tang fueling the primal fury that burned within her. The battlefield descended into chaos. Wolves clashed in a violent dance of teeth and claws, their growls and yelps creating a cacophony of sound that echoed through the valley. Hana fought with a ferocity that matched the rage in her heart, her movements a blur as she tore through the enemy ranks. Each time she brought one down, another took its place, but she didn’t falter. She couldn’t.

Mario halted abruptly and looked at Calogero. “Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Calogero. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

Lucas exploited that opportunity by driving his claws into Benjamin’s neck. Benjamin dropped to the floor, gagging and staring at his teammates as blood gushed down his eyes and neck. He gagged like a chicken until his soul left his body. His teammates began to shed tears and couldn’t take it anymore. They both charged recklessly at Lucas. They couldn’t have died worse. I shook my head in disgust while watching this slaughter. It was a blood bath. In this world, it’s really dog eat dog. No chance for second place because second place is the first loser. This was the same way Damon executed his enemies. Such a disgusting method. A man as bad as I almost is feeling disgusted.

I said, gesturing to the large roof-to-floor height window, “I built this great empire, I wouldn't mind burning everything and everyone with it to the ground if I'm not providing with the very last bloodline of my murder. I really regret letting someone who shouldn't be here stay. Everyone in the small peaceful family will pay for the deceitful love their foremother showed me. Through the window, they could all see their home burn. Yes, this revenge would thrust like a fresh sweet wine. Cheers to sweet reprisal. “Please master,” One amongst the high howlers who was brave enough spoke, “ Please I beg of you, show mercy on us, we know nothing of how badly our ancestors have treated you,” “That

XAVIER’S POV I stood at the edge of the pack house, my chest heaving, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a deafening echo in my ears. The scene before me was a nightmare—bodies strewn across the yard, some motionless, others writhing in pain. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and glistening under the pale moonlight. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. The battle had come here. It had come to them.