Hunger Games Divergent Novels & Stories

Then I released my hands and sit back. " Well, if there's nothing more to say, I guess this meeting is closed. I'll see you guys later." I say and stand up, walking out of the room. Lunch will soon be over, but I don't think I have any appetite for food. I've got to figure a way out of this mess... And I have to do it fast... . . . ( Closing time.) Darren's P. O. V

His eyes were darker than usual and I could feel the desire within him through the link. I allowed him to draw me closer, so our bodies faced one another. He brushed my hair away to reveal my bare neck. My eyes widened with the realization that Lucas planned to feed in front of all who were present. Wait, stop, please, I plead through the link; but Lucas either didn’t hear me or chose not to respond as he tipped my head to the side to further expose my neck. I felt my knees begin to buckle as his fangs pierced my flesh. However, Lucas supported my weight easily. Tears welled in my eyes as my fists lightly gripped his suit. I blinked, dazed, as he pulled away, his lips wet with my blood. It’s

“The fact that you don’t see anything wrong with it says a lot about you, don’t you think?” “What makes you so different from a gold digger, Giovanna? I don’t think you have any aspirations or drive to work. You spend your parents’ money to your heart’s content. You buy cars and the best dresses. I have seen you a handful of times, and every time you have on something that is more glamorous than the last.” With each sentence, she moved closer and closer. “The only difference between you and a gold digger is that you are leeching off your parents’ money.”

Clearly printed on the document were the words "Divorce Agreement" "Jenna, don't you love me anymore?" he asked in a trembling voice.

“People say they haven’t lost a single game all season.” I took a deep breath. “That’s why I’m calling a 4–3 score. But I’m sure Divergent’s gonna win. Phoenix has something special planned for them.” Tyra nodded firmly. But before we could continue, mocking voices came from behind us. “Divergent Howls? Please. They’re just lucky they even made it to the finals,” one of Blaze Dominion’s fans sneered. “That Phoenix guy, people call him a genius, but he’s just lucky.”

The creature was dying. They both knew it. Then the parasite looked toward the approaching darkness. "And somehow..." Its smile widened. "...I helped create it instead." The darkness beyond reality opened its eyes fully. Existence screamed. The gateways shattered. The Devourer roared. The First Hunger unleashed ancient flames. The Sovereign gathered every remaining fragment of power. The Endwalker prepared for war. The mysterious stranger stepped forward. And at the center of everything— Ethan's white divergence ignited brighter than a thousand suns.

But somehow, hearing it out loud still made my stomach drop. "No," I said quietly. "I don't." Dr. Vance's expression shifted. It was subtle—a slight tightening around her eyes, a faint downturn of her lips. But I'd spent years reading people's micro-expressions, and I knew exactly what I was seeing. “I don’t understand.” She asked coldly. “You don’t what? Have a wolf?” The pure disdain dripping from her voice left me cold. My fingers trembled but I kept my chin up as I replied. “Yes, Dr Vance. I’m an Omega.”

In the depths of despair, a resistance coalesced, its members bound together by a shared determination to defy the tyranny of the hybrid and his malevolent consort. And so, amidst the chaos and despair, the stage was set for a final confrontation—a battle that would determine the fate of not just the world, but the very soul of the hybrid himself. For in the crucible of conflict, truths long buried would be laid bare, and redemption would beckon to those willing to heed its call.

~ As soon as Horia appeared in the Infirmary, Kenan looked like he was about to lose his shit. "Dyare! What is the meaning of this!" he growled at Lady Dyare who stood inches away from him. He was in a higher position than her and if he dropped the honorifics then he was really mad. Of all the supreme males, Kenan was the most reserved, so seeing him like this was a surprise. "Your Highness, the Hunger Games is coming to an end and it is only normal that it becomes tougher in the arena." He scoffed as he grabbed her by the neck as she struggled for breath.

Eric made a face after his one-dimensional joke backfired. Of course, it wouldn’t be called campfire without smores on sticks. We all have individually sticks as a cooking device, but Mom and Zeke, made me uncomfortable at some moment, as they share almost everything. Gabriella and Eloisa don’t seem to care less, for all they wanted was to see Zeke above the moon and stars.