Hunger Games Games Maker Novels & Stories

I ask curiously. They all feed off my every word, like I've seen them do with Angel. Maybe it's because I wear his mark now? "Like I said before, this game will be different. You shut out your wolf completely, your only weapon is your fighting skill. You can hurt each other, but I want zero broken bones. How many of you have seen the hunger games?" I ask, a lot of hands raise, including mine.

Wendy laughed without finishing her sentence and handed a business card to me. “Instead of having to be responsible for the entire company’s future, it’s better for you to join Glazed Light. You’re capable, and you should know that I seldom praise anyone.” As I stared at the endless sky, I suddenly felt that the sky was the limit for me. It was time for me to chase after something else.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

“It’s creation turned inside out. It wants to remake everything—through us.” The red light pulsed, and the whisper became a scream, a cacophony of need that shook the ground, the sky, the stars. “Makers, you have woven worlds, forged purpose, carried pain. I am the Red Hunger, the spark that births and devours. Surrender your essence, or I will consume all.” The horizon cracked, its golden light fracturing as the red glow poured through, not as a rift but as a wound, bleeding possibilities—lives, worlds, moments—that weren’t unmade but ‘devoured’, their existence erased into the hunger’s maw.

Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

He screamed instead, causing me to roll my eyes at Gino's torture methods. "It seems he needs more of an incentive" Gino replies, turning to Matteo and asking him to hand him the black bag on the floor. "What's that?" I ask annoyed gesturing to the bag. "Chum" he answers taking out the meat from the bag. "Ooh, can I do it!" Matteo asks like a child, before dumping the meat in the water. After a couple of moments the water starts to move a little and before long swarms of crocodiles emmerge and start attacking the meat. It's at this point that Gino starts to pull on the rope, resulting in Guerro being lowered dangerously close to the crocodiles.

"I don't think they have this back in Australia." "Gosh y'all are missing out." "Not anymore, I'm not," I laughed. The second innings soon began, this one even more exciting than last. Neither team was playing particularly poorly, which made for an interesting game but didn't do much to help the spectators' nerves. "How many more innings are there?" I asked at the next cross-over. "Seven after this one," Conner explained. "So nine in total." "For real?" I asked, expecting maybe four or five. "This game lasts forever."

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

She could now increase the pricing a little and there would still be interested parties. While they were very busy and didn't have much time to talk, Tynan did mention something to Laura. He was going to try creating a game he made on his own and publish it as an indie game developer on a gaming platform. The creator account was already created and Laura pitched in ideas for the new game's storyline. It was a very simple sandbox game with the infinite ability to recruit new people into a slum empire based on completed quest and resources. The idea was inspired by his current living and Tynan wanted to use this game to create awareness for depression and motivation. Laura loved the idea and t

Maybe that was one of the things that put me off Joshua, he didn't like to gamble. “Interesting, very interesting. Who creates these games?” I could see that Hyperion was genuinely interested. “Look, many, because the theme can be as varied as the human imagination. It's like asking who creates the movies we watch, there are hundreds of directors, just as there are hundreds of system creators. Basically someone imagines some scenario, creates the rules for it and then puts it to the test. I hate creating systems, but I love creating stories, especially horror stories.” “I see, but have you ever thought if any of these stories are true?”