Hunger Games Divergent Novels & Stories

The Devourer recalculates again—because this wasn’t submission. It was departure.

“Spit it,” Brock’s head spins to me so fast before his eyes flickered, revealing his own rage as he stares at me like I was insane. “Can’t you see her trying to catch her breath?” he spat, but I ignored him and kept my pointed gaze pinned on the traitor. AVA’s POV Slowly, I turned around and locked gazes with Zane, or Zanicus, whichever is his real name. He looked at me so intensely, like he wanted to eat me up. The desire in his eyes was that much evident, but I still get that strange feeling when I first saw him in the arena.

Or even Kellen who was unbelievably stronger than when I first met him. I was just the hybrid. The half-breed. The hunter. “You can sniff out a lie from a mile away,” Vivan says passing me Angelica, who I cradle in my arms. “Don’t look so shocked,” She laughs. “Your thoughts are written all over your face.” She tells me. “What did you want to talk to me about Vivian,” I asked changing the subject, almost reaching the double doors to the main part of the palace. “They are going to expect you to find the dagger, Rhett.” I knew this and just made a noise in the back of my throat in acknowledgment. “The gatekeeper you search for is closer than you expect I suspect.”

Starved Passion::: Was this her way of revenge? He sigh loudly, he should have apologize to her earlier, what manner of torture is this? He looked at her, she was not looking at him. He had never seen Ivana dressed like this, he was aware of his workers having extra clothes at work Incase any unforeseen circumstances arises, Davin eyes darted to the people present in the meeting, his blood boiled, their eyes were feeding hungrily on Ivana, the lust there, he suddenly felt the urge to snap their necks.

Heat pooled low in her belly, dizzying, terrifying. It was too much. With every ounce of willpower she had, Amara tore herself back, chest heaving, lips swollen from his kiss. “Don’t…” Her voice was hoarse, trembling. “Don’t you dare.” Dante’s eyes burned like molten gold, his smile slow and devastating. “Too late, bella. You already taste like mine.” She shoved against his chest, enough to put space between them, though the imprint of his body lingered like fire on her skin. “You’re insane.”

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

Her blonde hair, previously matted with rain and mud, was now a sleek, platinum waterfall down her back. But her armor wasn't just silk and wool. It was the burning blue text hovering in her peripheral vision. [MISSION ACTIVE: Infiltrate Vanguard Syndicate. Hijack the Algorithm.] [CURRENT FUNDS: LIMITLESS.] She pushed open the heavy mahogany doors to the summit. ​At the head of the massive, U-shaped obsidian table stood Liam. He was mid-presentation, a laser pointer trembling slightly in his grip as he illuminated a holographic projection of the core algorithm—her algorithm. He looked sleep-deprived, a bruise blooming dark purple along his jawline from her strike the night before, hastily co

“The Rift is not just a door.” The fire crackled. The shadows thickened. “It is a hunger.” Lena’s stomach clenched. The figure stepped back, melting into the darkness. But its final words lingered in the air like smoke. “And it will not be denied.” Silence. Lena swayed slightly, her head pounding. The Rift inside her felt heavier than before, pressing against the walls of her mind like a storm waiting to break. Dorian let out a shaky breath. “What the hell was that?”

"What if I'm afraid?" "Then be afraid." Chloe smiled gently. "Just don't let fear make your decisions." Vanessa nodded. "Thank you." "You're welcome." Behind them, something crashed. They both turned. Lena stood in the kitchen holding a metal pot. "Sorry." Chloe raised an eyebrow. "You're a hacker. Not a chef." "I contain multitudes." Vanessa laughed. It was quiet. Small. But real. Chloe smiled. Then Marcus spoke. "Everyone." His tone had changed.