Hunger Games Fanfic Novels & Stories

Thornek’s lips curled back at the thought of striking Narkhul across the table, but before he could, Rhazien spoke again. “It is hunger,” he said. “Not for her, but for what he denies himself. He thinks he can leash it. But the hunger cannot be denied. It consumes everything it touches. And when it is done, it will leave only ash. He toys with her, nothing more. When the hunger takes him whole, he will kill her himself, and we will be spared this farce.” Narhkul stirred. “And if he doesn’t?” Rhazien turned his gaze on him, sharp and mocking. “If he doesn’t, then perhaps you will take her place at his table, Narhkul. You seem fond of speaking when silence would serve better.”

I knew today would be a long one between the lack of sleep, and the ever present hunger. Getting to school wasn’t the problem. The problem came in navigating the hallways to my locker, and classroom without running into Fiona or her gaggle of friends. Over the years Fiona has amassed a group of girls who thrived on making my already difficult life even more miserable. Thankfully I managed to make it to my locker without incident. As I was quietly unloading my back pack, I happened to over hear the excited chatter of Fiona, and her friends not far from me. “He’ll be home soon. I can’t wait. I just know that he’s my mate. I’ll be Luna, and I’ll have the hottest Alpha in the world.” Fiona gushe

Callum’s estate-the plan Lucas and Sophie made it out alive, victorious in the games. Hunter released them—though not without a stern warning. He’d cleared the place, leaving only her, him, and Hank, along with the rest of the vampire clan. Hunter was fighting to keep his composure; hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Three weeks in, he forced her to feed again, but this time, the bloodlust took over. He knew what she craved—his hands trailed her skin, his lips moved lower. He took his time, drawing her in, but when her gaze locked with him, all he saw was hate. She saw a monster, a killer. The desire was fleeting; the hatred lingered.

I wouldn't be a pawn in whatever sick game the roommates were playing with my life. My fingers clenched around the map. I hated the one person at the center of these ridiculous games. I hated the way he controlled everything, the way my stupid body still reacted whenever he came close. Disgusting. My chance with Prof. Valerius was out of reach. I shoved the map beneath my pillow and stood up abruptly. I needed food. My stomach let out a hollow, painful growl. I hadn't eaten since before the sedation, and the hunger was starting to make my thoughts jagged.

HUNTER’s POV I throw my glass against the wall, shattering it into pieces. It splinters to the ground and I turn around with a growl, facing the woman before me. It is Freya and she is naked. On my bed. In my room. She holds my blanket to her body and trembles as she cries. “Hunter…” she calls out with mascara running down her eyes. “I surrendered myself to you, I gave you my all…you touched me, you marked me –"

Now all she sees is the handsome dude glaring through my lock-screen with the words ‘Love, Hunter’ scrawled in dark ink over his silver hair. Saturn stands contrapposto, her blonde ponytail dangling to the side. She tilts her head, smirking as she drawls, “Hunter, spiiicy… How did you hook this man, huh? Or is he your celebrity crush?” I DO NOT indulge in fangirling, bitch. “Kindly fuck off,” I retort. But the girl’s too invested in the image to be fazed. “Mhm. He’s gorgeous,” she moans, and I can only think of trolls devouring rotten livers. Very. Disgusting. “What’s his username?”

TRISTAN "Oh, please," my sister scoffed, turning her head to stare out the passenger window. "You've had a crush on Hunter since the first time you played against him, and bullying the guy you want is such an old high school trope." The truck veered slightly as my hands jerked on the leather wheel. Heart jackhammering against my ribs, I fought to correct the course, the tires shrieking loudly against the asphalt. "Shut your mouth, Evie." The words ripped out of my chest as I snapped my gaze away from the road to her. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

Phedra Elizabeth sighed, with a bored look on her face. “Why is this journey so difficult?” [Owner has another method. It's using unresolved money for the heroine.] "This is impossible. My family is still waiting for this money. I cannot spend it frivolously.” [Please continue.] "What happens? Bored already? Don't want to make the next leg?" Suddenly Duncan Hiddleston appeared from behind. “Also a little. Feeling pretty tired.” “Do you want more sugar in your body?” "How? I also started to feel hungry.”

Back at the pack house, Olivia had to cook most of the time and when there wasn’t enough food she could make a banquet from scraps and I always helped her, so I actually know how to make something edible out of nothing. “You’re surprisingly domestic compared to guys who love being all Alpha. Pathetic,” Katniss mutters, resting her chin in her hands. I roll my eyes but keep my focus on the soup. After a few minutes of quiet bubbling, the room starts to smell like actual food. “You know,” Katniss says softly, her voice losing its usual sharp edge as she stares into the flames. “It’s weird being back here. The last time I sat in this room, I was just a kid. Before my parents decided an Omega da

On our seventh mating anniversary, my Alpha mate, Ronan Thorne, abandons me once again for his secretary, Evelyn Stone's sake. This time, I don't kick up a fuss at all. Instead, I calmly draw out a silver dagger in hopes of ending my life. The moment the tip of the dagger is pressed against my neck, I feel someone grab my wrist all of a sudden. "Why are you hurting yourself? Who broke your heart?" I looked up in a daze, only to see the 18-year-old version of Ronan.