Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Elena's point of view. With my back pressed against the cool bathroom wall, I wait for the nausea to pass. The bitter, metallic stench still lingers in my mind, so raw and fleshy — like rust and death. I shudder at the memory. Whose blood was on Vanda’s face? He’s been on edge during training, but it must’ve been a rogue’s. It has to be.

Leah's POV I stepped out of Redwood Mansion, the heavy doors groaning shut behind me like a beast drawing its last ragged breath. The moon hung low and vicious in the sky, its bloody light spilling over the battlefield, painting the carnage in shades of rust and shadow. The air reeked of death - smoke curling thick and acrid, blood pooling in the dirt, the metallic tang clawing at my throat. Before me, the crowd shuffled through the wreckage, their faces hollowed out by exhaustion, hands stained red as they hauled bodies and hacked at the earth. Some wailed, others worked in silence, but all moved like ghosts trapped in a nightmare they couldn't wake from. My hand drifted to my swollen belly

“You’ll do so well tonight” I wanted to bristle, to snap back at his arrogance, but the weight of his gaze rooted me to the floor. My pulse betrayed me, racing under his scrutiny, and I hated that a part of me craved his approval even as another part rebelled. He offered his arm. “We’re late.” ***** The Moretti mansion was a palace dipped in gold. Chandeliers glittered overhead, their light scattering across crystal glasses and polished silverware. The air smelled of expensive perfume and something darker underneath—power, violence, old blood.

Every time my left foot struck the cold concrete, a lightning bolt of agony shot straight up my hip and into my shattered arm. *One, two, three, four... just count the steps, Elara. Don't think about the Director. Don't think about Sophia. Just count.* Behind me, the heavy iron of the blast door shuddered. A loud, metallic *BANG* echoed down the tunnel, followed by the hiss of a plasma torch cutting through the reinforced seals. They weren't going to let me walk away. I knew too much. The code burned in my memory, and as long as I was breathing, the Director's entire operation was a ticking clock.

​The hunger was still there, but now, it was met with a war cry of divine vengeance. The predator had finally found something that could bite back. ​Will Dave’s insatiable thirst for her blood consume her completely, or has Laura’s hidden power just signaled the beginning of a battle that will tear the abyss apart? The seal is broken, and the hunt has only just begun.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Xavier*** The battlefield was a graveyard of shattered hope, where the screams of the fallen still echoed in the hollow silence, clinging to the ashes like ghosts that refused to leave. Bound wolves lay scattered like broken dolls, Firstborns reduced to ash, and the innocent—charred, unrecognizable—were caught in the path of Henry, now a vessel for Cael's wrath. Smoke curled like serpents through the blood-soaked ruins, clinging to the bones of the fallen.

As I watched the car tear down the road, my heartbeat matched the speed on the screen. Then there was a loud bang. The driver jumped out to look. The footage shows two adults lying on the ground, and the victim's baby had been tossed a distant away. There was blood everywhere. It was so terrible that I almost couldn't watch. Charles and Freddie wiped at their eyes beside me. Then, unbelievably, Maeve said they weren't dead and backed the car up to run over them again. When the relatives saw that, they went completely berserk. "Charles! Freddie! I don't care who was driving. Kill them both!!

“That day, Roamur and Renné approached the center of the field along with Mavi and Ruby, my parents, moving away from their armies to talk. No one could hear what was said from that distance, but I saw when Renné stepped closer to my father. They seemed to be speaking peacefully… until Roamur lunged at her, ripped open her belly, and crushed her skull.” I looked around as if the memories were being projected onto the trees around me. “Then, with his fur drenched in his mate’s blood, he howled to the sky, giving the signal. The armies charged, and the bloodbath began. None of mine survived, no one but me.”

Energy flooded my veins, my muscles bulging with seemingly endless strength. My canines extended into fangs, my nails sharpened into claws, and my black hair bleached into a silvery white. I shifted into a white, agile she-wolf. However, vengeance consumed my entire reason. The last thing on my mind was to celebrate my first shift. This was for my unborn pup and my poor, sweet brother, Jake. I pounced on Anna and Jake. “I’m going to kill you.”