Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Callen raised the test tube high, the blood inside it glowing: “Valenfort must be purified! Let the Blood Emperor know that humanity is still alive!” Shooting, screams echoed. The Hunter force moved through the night, heading towards the center. A new war begins, the Age of Blood truly rises. --- Amidst the chaos, Lucien stepped through the ashes, his eyes fixed on the place that used to be Sanctuary, where he and Evelyn first met. He bent down, his hand touching the ground where she had fallen. A dry red petal fell from his sleeve, the blood lotus that Evelyn had pinned to his chest on a rainy night.

I could not deny that her blood did smell delicious. I watched as Vex rubbed it in that I chose a human over her cousin. I couldn't care less about them, I only cared about Paulette. I didn't have long to go get my beloved before my blood thirst took over. I was going to have to feed soon, or I would become feral. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard a scream. I looked to where the scream came from to see Athena, cowering in the corner of the cell with blood pouring from scratch marks on her face. I saw that Vex was standing over her with blood dripping from her nails. She was chanting something, then Athena was suspended in the air, her blood pouring faster as her body became pale.

Her hand lifted. The boy was thrown aside. He hit the ground and didn't move. Hannah continued forward. I stopped. My chest felt tight. This wasn't revenge. This was slaughter. --- By the time the fighting ended, the pack was gone. The streets were covered in blood. Buildings burned. The few survivors had either fled or surrendered. The Veil stood among the destruction. Hannah and Elena returned to the army without a word. Persephone remained on the hill. She looked satisfied.

This was not the first time I had been hunted by humans, but it was always a brutal reminder of the dangers of our existence. Penelope, however, did not hesitate. She lunged at a hunter, her teeth clamping down on his arm. The hunter screamed in agony as he went down, his stake clattering to the ground. She shook her head, tearing his flesh apart and tasting the metallic tang of blood in her mouth. The room was a blur of motion and chaos as the two groups battled it out. Blood splattered against the walls, the scent of death permeating the air. Neither side was dominant, with both suffering injuries and losses.

Lucius and his friends tried to resist, but they were powerless against the strength of the Royal Guards. Alex was horrified to see what happened next. Lucius and his friends were led into a dark and dank room. They were seated on an iron chair covered with wires and needles. Their hands and feet were chained so that they could not move. Then they were made to drink a red liquid that smelt of fish. Somehow this seemed to relate to what Alex had read in Damian's book, so no matter where the belief came from, Alex was sure that the drink given to Lucius and his friends was vampire blood.

The second thing I noticed was the smell. Iron. Smoke. And… sweetness, that I couldn’t just place, more like rotting fruit. And the third thing? We weren’t alone. Figures moved in the distance, silhouettes against the skyline. The very tall towers pierced the fog, and black stone bridges stretched between them and intertwined. A dark river cut through the valley far below, and was glowing faintly red under the moonlight. “This is…” I trailed off, not sure what word to use. “Ravenhill,” Davorin said simply.

Alex POV The fair was… for lack of better words loud. Louder than what I expected, everything was so fucking loud these days, my body has not felt like my own ever since I fought that mass of meat, I feel a buzzing under my skin like a thousand flies had laid eggs beneath my skin and they were ready to hatch. On some occasions the rare ones where I wasn’t driving I scratched the itch hard enough to draw blood, but instead of the flies, maggots and eggs I expect to fly out I was just met with a dark red and the sweet metallic scent of blood , the wound wouldn’t even

I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death. Ren Lancaster’s death. “You really look so much more beautiful when you are all on fire. Maybe I should marry you soon. What do you think, my queen?” I moved my hands in rhythm with the beating of my heart to form the phoenix attack. “First, I’m not your queen. Second, I will never marry you,” I said firmly and sent him the huge blow of phoenix attack—fire that formed like a phoenix that could burn even a soul.

"You are bleeding." "I am?" "I can smell your blood strongly." She frowned. She bathed and made sure she washed all the blood off. "But I washed it off." "You are probably bleeding again. Your malnutrition would not let your blood clot well, and now I'm the one suffering." "I am sorry your highness. I should leave." Luciana stood up, but when she walked past Raziel, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Where do you think you are going little girl?"

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.