Hunger Games Creatures Novels & Stories

It sounded like the thing inside me—low, cruel, amused. “Stronger?” I whispered. The Hunger twined through my words, velvet and venom. “Kael… you don’t understand.” Then the rift screamed. Light exploded like a supernova, blinding white laced with black veins, and something crawled through—something with too many limbs and a smile carved where a face shouldn’t be. Its body was smoke and bone, its eyes molten suns, and when it opened its mouth, the sound was hunger made flesh. Kael shoved me behind him so fast my breath snapped out. His blade ignited in darkness, and he launched forward with a snarl that shook the walls. Shadows speared from the ground, impaling the creature as he drove his s

But the only thing I feel is a whoosh in front of me, a sharp gust of wind. I hear a crash in the distance. I open my eyes, only to find about a dozen Creatures in the tower. The smaller ones are all nipping at Cassandra, taking pieces of her body with their surprisingly strong mouths. Blood and bits of flesh are spattering on the floor, but they don’t stop. Even as she starts to swat at them and even send some of them flying out of the tower, they don’t give up. “No!” Cassandra starts to scream, but they just tear into her until the leg that just regrew is nothing but a stump. One of them bites into her neck and blood curdles in her mouth. “I will kill all of you!”

We deserve peace. A growl rumbled ahead, low and menacing, snapping me right out of my swirling thoughts about Adrian. My eyes focused forward, and there they were—those twisted creatures, the very same ones we'd battled back at our old camp. Ugly, unnatural things with limbs that didn't move quite right, eyes glowing with some unholy hunger. My heart rate picked up again, slamming against my ribs like a warning drum, as the full weight of the mess we're in crashed down on me.

The air thickened, pressing against my skin, filled with the unnatural presence of the creatures Raven had brought into our ranks. As I entered the chamber, dozens of glowing red eyes flickered open in the darkness. The creatures shifted, their elongated limbs moving with eerie grace, their twisted forms half-wolf, half-something else. They weren’t like us. They weren’t bound by instinct or honor. They were hunger. They were death. One of them stepped forward, tilting its head as if studying me. Its mouth parted slightly, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. I tensed. I was a warrior. A leader. I had seen things that would break lesser men. But standing here, in this cavern filled with creat

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”

She was neither gentle nor nurturing. She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough! You will listen to me. Whether you choose to believe it or not, there are creatures similar to us that still kill for sustenance and sport. They revel in becoming the very monsters that haunt human nightmares, using their grotesque and often misshapen forms to amplify the terror just before they strike their victims. Once they fully transform, they are nearly impossible to kill, recruiting new members by slaughtering humans. And do you know what happens when they are reanimated? They become insatiably hungry." Their food of choice? Human flesh and bone."

"If you won't tell me what he is, then why bring it up?" "One because you are still angry with me. Two because there are other kinds of creatures that we might come into contact with but trust me, I will protect you. Nothing will happen to you." God! Right now, my fingers are combing my hair in frustration. There are other creatures? "What other creatures could there be?" "Aside from Dragons, there are vampires, werewolves, mages, and zombies. Vampires, werewolves, and mages exude a lot of population and blend so well among the human race. Zombies are rare but Dragons are few.

Before their eyes, a great cavern opened in its neck, and row upon row of tiny, needle-teeth protruded from this slavering maw. In unison, the other creatures morphed, and their unsightly mouths became wide and threatening. “See?” Thomas shouted. “Dark-beasts, just like I said.” The creatures lurched forward and the humans all moved as one, heading in the direction of the dining room exit. The creatures came for them, some airborne once again as the stumpy legs suddenly found enough power and proficiency to produce an effective leap.

He continued like he had not heard her "And watching the Earth, she craved for the freedom, for the waters, for the trees, and on one Blue moon, she summoned the courage to come down, as a wolf, which was one of her earlier creations, at first. Just going around, until a Creature from the deepest parts of hell chased her for dinner. This had gone on for a while till at 12 midnight, the moon goddess had finally turned into her human form, the Creature, marvelling. Long story cut short, they spent the rest of their day together till sunrise. Knowing she must return, and him, away from the light, both never sure of ever seeing again, decided to make a pact. With their blood mixed, they made a n

I asked with a frown once he’d locked gazes with me. “This time, it’s not just about rogues but also about another creature.” “Which creature -” “It’s a creature the Moon Howlers created… and it seems worst than rogues.” “What are you doing about?” A creature the Moon Howlers created? Why would they create a creature which would cause havoc like rogues? “It a thing who is half living and half dead already.” From the description of those creatures, I registered the seriousness of the situation. “How bad is it?” “Pretty bad,” Dalton gulped.