Hunger Games Glimmer Book 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.

The stadium was full, almost overflowing with hundreds maybe thousands of shifters. “Lords, Gentlemen, and Ladies, Welcome to the Bhakhil annual Gladiator games, open day! Please stand for you Alpha Vargr and Luna Mila!” The trumpets rang out again as the announcer finished and all eyes turned to the main tent where the Alpha had sat last time.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

“Dinner is ready.” Glacier turned toward the door, and I saw his expression soften slightly as he looked at her. My nose stung, bitterness filling my throat. He moved back to his desk to continue some work with her, leaving behind his scent, which began to suffocate me. I went down to dinner against my will. Lumi acted as if she were already the pack’s Luna, serving the food with the smile of a perfect hostess. “Here you go, sweetheart. I made something special for you. You’re so thin, you need to eat,” Lumi said as she placed the plate in front of me, her innocent look far too perfect.

And just for a moment, my eyes leave Crimson’s to see a drop of blood roll from his shoulder, from where my claws dug in, fall perfectly onto the stone of the ring. He stops, still mid-thrust as he comes, glancing down at the ring. “Your blood-“ I say, utterly entranced as the ring begins to glow. Or more specifically, the silver swirl of flecks begins to glow and move. “-It fell on the ring.” I manage to explain - somewhat. ‘What a way to ruin a moment.’ I mentally reach out to Juniper. I feel her Ire. The glow becomes brighter, casting a hue of blue over my dark skin, the illuminating shadows bathes Crimson's cinnamon chest in its ethereal light.

My eyes flicked up from the book in front of me to glare at the small window next to me, where there were two birds perched on a branch outside looking as if they were ready to take flight at any moment. The moon was shining brightly overhead, but the sky appeared cloudless. And not just that - when I looked down at the book I could see it glowing dimly with some kind of weird glow. There was no light reflecting off of it whatsoever. The glow looked almost magical, and my breath hitched in my throat. It felt almost like magic - maybe I was seeing things but what was worse my wolf growling and snarling inside of me , telling me that something was very, very wrong.

Darryl’s smile fades as he looked at his brown eyes, remembering the first time he really looked into them. “What’s wrong?” Goldie asks as he shows Darryl the book. “You really want that?” He asked again, taking the book from his hands, “You could’ve chosen Harry Potter or something.” “Yes, I want this,” Goldie replies shortly. Darryl looks at the book cover and looks back at Goldie. “I guess it suits you.” After paying for their items, the two males exit the bookstore. Darryl looks at his phone’s clock and realized that it was almost time for lunch. He turns to Goldie and asks,

Glassy, fever-bright, but hers. “I told you,” she whispered, and there was something in her voice that wasn’t her voice. A second note beneath the first, colder than winter, older than gods. My stomach turned to iron. “Tell me what’s in you.” Her throat worked, and when she spoke, the cavern seemed to listen. “The First Hunger.” The words were smoke and ash and starlight, and they hung between us like a blade. I wanted to deny it. Wanted to believe it was impossible. But I’d seen the way the void vanished, the way the tether snapped when she pulled it in. She hadn’t closed the rift. She’d devoured it.

The fence flickered, groaned with a metallic shriek, and then snapped, the entire grid short-circuiting as I drained its capacity in seconds. I stumbled forward, a wave of nausea hitting me so hard I had to lean against a rusted pillar. I coughed, wiping a trail of violet-tinted blood from my lip. The golden light in my skin was flaring so bright it was blinding, and for a split second, I saw a vision through the heir’s eyes: the world wasn't made of buildings and people; it was made of flickering candles of energy, and the heir was the only thing in the dark that knew how to breathe them in.

The grand library glowed with the soft amber light of floating lanterns and a roaring hearth fire that cast long, dancing shadows across towering shelves. Guests had retired for the evening after another lavish solstice supper, but the manor refused to sleep. Enchanted books rustled faintly on their own, pages turning as if reading scandalous secrets aloud. Elara slipped inside after midnight, telling herself she only wanted a quiet moment with a novel to calm her racing mind. In truth, her body burned.