Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Zade mocks as he raises his own hands. Zion looks down, sadness etched across his face, a child who, despite it not being his age to be thrown into this was trying to help and do the right thing. Blinding light from their auras lights up the sky and for the first time, I hesitate. In the end, it came down to this… Blood against blood… In the forms of families, siblings… twins… mates… All against one another in a game of kill or be killed. But for what?

The warehouse’s vast space amplified every gunshot, the echoes bouncing off rusted beams like thunder in a metal canyon. Jax’s determination blazed in his eyes, his body cutting a path through the attackers with lethal precision. The fight had become personal, the syndicate’s final stand pushing him to limits he hadn’t known he possessed. Elara’s heart seized with terror as a bullet grazed his arm, blood blooming across his sleeve like a dark flower. The warehouse war had escalated into a nightmare of violence and desperation, every second feeling like it could be their last.

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

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.

Hunter dragged Ethan to his backyard to the carnage and threw him in. “Think you can come to my house and beat me up,” Hunter said. Ethan gained conscious. Hunter punched Ethan repeatedly till he was bleeding. He drew closer to him and whispered in his ear, “I’m killing your whole family.” “Not on my watch,” Ethan said. Hunter didn’t notice that Ethan had a knife in his hand. In seconds, Ethan stabbed Hunter in the stomach, at the same time punching him. Ethan slowly stood up and kicked Hunter again and again. He looked around the carnage and saw a bottle of diesel. He spilled it all over the place while Hunter was laying unconsciously on the floor. He got his match box and walked to the doo

The zombie began slowly twisting to face me, its elbow digging into my sternum, ripping a pained groan from my lips, but before it could fully turn to bare its teeth at me. A club came whizzing past my face and made the zombie’s head snap back, sending its body to the left and releasing the pressure on my chest with a whimper creeping up my throat. Shit, I need a damn break. I rolled to push off the cold ground, my numb skin burning and yelling at me as I looked up to watch Bax bring the club above her head then back down onto the zombie’s head, painting the snow beneath it with paste and blood. I’m gonna hurl.

The amount of blood that has been shed made it difficult to distinguish them from each other. I cautiously paced my way towards the Great Hall, the place where the war started a while ago. It is going to be a great risk, most of the blood drinkers will be there. I took the stairs and slowly went down— I am only one hall away from the Great Hall. I quickly ran through it as it seemed to be no sign of vampires. I positioned myself against the wall as I tried to peak behind it. I had a clear sight of the insides of the Great Hall. There are a lot of bodies on the floor and the rest of the Clan was in the center of the hall. They are piling up girls and a couple of boys as they shackled them up—

I already know it. “She was already a blood mate.” Daddy said, “Means her aging had slowed and everyone around her had grown up.” “Everybody but her.” Alister nodded, “And that’s why she killed herself?” “She slit her neck.” The king spoke in a miserable voice. “Right in front of Quincey.” Alister added, “Filled her newly stitched clothes with her filthy human blood. “What the actual f-hell!!!” I am a human too but that bitch was filthy. She gave a child trauma! It doesn’t matter which species you belong to! All kids are innocent and she screwed up the mind of someone who gave up his food to get her approval!!

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”

They say karma is a bitch.... but not many believe it neither did I until today, when my past is standing right in front of me laughing at my face, and even in this pin drop silence I could hear its laughter like ricochet piercing through my ears and hitting its core along with my subconscious which reminds me that I’m sitting here all by myself drenched in blood clueless and helpless, unable to process what just happened wondering what went wrong in my story for it to take such a drastic turn. It has always been a battle of bloodlines but who would’ve thought for it to turn into a literal bloodbath, with my hands covered in the only thing I was always running from.