Hunger Games Bloodbath Novels & Stories

Zoe POV The odor of blood was everywhere, smelling accordingly. It was thick and suffocating I almost choked, settling in the air, on my skin, and on the tored remnants of my battle wears. The agonizing and painful cries of my packmates sounds through the burning village, their suffering hitting me like a dagger. This wasn’t a mere damage; it was a slaughter.

During my three-year-old son's preschool physical, his blood type didn't match mine or my wife's. I had just printed the divorce papers when I suddenly heard my son's voice. [This disgusting man is so stupid. He's raised me, his own little brother, as his son for years and still has no idea!] [Lol, hurry up and get divorced. Once they divorce, I can cling openly to my real mom!] [And divorced men are unwanted anyway. From now on, every dollar he earns will be mine!] My wife was still anxiously explaining, "Honey! I really never betrayed you! Do you really want a divorce?" I looked at my son's tightly closed lips and excited eyes, then tore up the divorce papers instead. "No divorce. S

FOUND AND BOUND Vivienne’s POV Fire. Screams. A shadow barreling through the snow—its fangs like curved blades, its eyes blazing red. I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. My throat burned from smoke. I grabbed my neck, trying to breathe. My hands felt sticky and wet. I looked at it. Blood. Someone else's, maybe mine. The walls of Silvercrown fell around me, one after another, the blue banners of the kingdom shredded and smeared in gore. Balthazar stood atop the stairs, smiling as he unleashed the mutated beast from a black cage.

she said and got down from bed but as she made to rush out of the room, Baron held her back and started dragging her towards the window. “But Kathryn is in danger. We have to go help her.” “You should get out of this place and save yourself,” Baron said and added, “before it is too late.” Bathilda could see how lost he was and she shook her head. “I can never leave my people to die. I am a Blackburn,” she said and got out of his grip. She grabbed Kathryn’s sword from the table and made her way to where the noise was coming from, but she stopped immediately as she was about to take another step and her eyes wandered about the room. There, she could see her people getting slaughtered and their

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault. He was stronger than I was, his hands finding my throat, his thumbs digging into my windpipe. I saw stars, the room fading into a grey haze. “You fool,” he hissed. “You’ve killed them all.” I reached out, my fingers searching the floor, searching for anything. They found the heavy, tarnished key to the vault. I swung it with everything I had left, the metal biting into the side of Silas’s head. He grunted, his grip loosening for a split second. I rolled, gasping for air, and lunged for the detonator.

"You would have known if you were Lorraine that she told her to continue her legacy." They may look alive, sound alive but dead things always smell dead. As she was about to attack me Nova came running and she stabbed her from the back and she shriveled, collapsing onto the floor, Asher following suit. "How dare they use the dead against us!" I growled, I was pissed as hell. I glared at the sky, hoping Lady Dyare could see me. "The Hunger Games really have no limit," Nova said as she gripped her sword tighter, staring around. "Wait, what of Horia?"

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Scattered across the wood were ancestral records in forgotten scripts, alongside sleek holo-displays showing market indices and coded chatter. Ariaelle’s golden-flecked eyes, sharp as hunting blades, traced the latest incoming message on a secure channel. The encrypted transmission dissolved into readable text: reports of pitched fights in the city’s shadowed byways, where vampire patrols clashed with human vigilantes, and we can reclaim the balance of power. Tonight, we choose our destiny. We decide whether to remain ghosts in the night or to stride into the age with fangs bared.”

"So I’m going to show them what a real catastrophe looks like." The hunt was no longer about power. It was about the blood spilled twenty years ago. And for the Old Guard, the ghost had finally come home to collect.