Hunger Games Trident Novels & Stories

After defeating the evil queen, the trident needed to find its new owner, it was a sentient being however, it would be useless if there was no one to wield her. So making her intent clear, the trident chose her new owner and she send herself flying straight to Audrey's hand without warning. "The trident acknowledge its new owner. Hail to our new queen!" "Hoorah" "Wait up! You all are making a huge mistake. I think you confuse me from someone. I am queen of no one. I am but a humble student." As she was saying this, Audrey tried her best to get rid of the trident. However, every time she would put it down, it will just mysteriously reappeared right back at her hand.

My blade was at his throat. "Yield," I ordered. "Never." "Then die." But before I could strike— a flash of silver whipped through the air. A dart. Poison. Aimed for me. Alpha Tristan moved faster than thought. He took the hit. Dropped. "ALPHA TRISTAN!" I caught him. His lips already turning blue. Dante vanished into smoke. My screams ripped the valley apart. Back at camp. Alpha Tristan writhed. "Hold him!" Lydia shouted. "We need more bloodwort!"

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

Klein loved the fast life, but he deeply yearned for true love, companionship and commitment. As part of the triplets evil tradition, every once a year, they hosted a private sex game. Where a number of ten girls gathered in their confidential hotel and performed in a series of pleasurable, dangerous sex seditions in their favour and liking. On the tenth day, the triplets will chose a winner and gift her 1 million dollars. The game is made strictly to entertain the triplets. The hotel had been restructured to fit into this year's game. The triplets were already at the hotel, waiting for the girls to arrive.

"Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?" Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!" I gulped deeper. Shit. "THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his chewing gum. How rude... "3, 2, 1! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" Then the loud siren came from the huge speakers. What is this, The Hunger Games? I gulped and silently prayed, dear lord, I don't want him to be disabled! I mean, who would take me home?

My little Averi was sitting upright in his small hospital bed, his round golden eyes wide with an innocent curiosity as he held up a titanium hockey player figurine toward the massive predator who had shattered my pack line three winters ago. Tristan didn't answer immediately. He slowly stood up to his full, imposing height, his shadow completely devouring the small space between the medical monitors and the bedside. His lethal amber gaze tracked my ragged breathing, searching for the micro-expressions of guilt he always used to break rival syndicates during turf negotiations.

To show even a flicker of exhaustion was to invite a consequence far worse than physical pain. "Focus, Seven!" The harsh, booming command shattered the tense silence of the underground training facility. The voice belonged to Nimrod, her training coach. Nimrod was a towering man whose frame was built of solid, scarred muscle, and whose temperament was notoriously unyielding. When it came to their daily regimens, he was a merciless taskmaster. He operated under a simple, draconian philosophy: a single mistake on the mats meant a night of starvation. For a growing seventeen-year-old whose life depended on keeping her physical strength at its peak, hunger wasn't just a punishment; it was a psyc

Don looks super-hot in his tuxedo. "I almost forgot you own my school," I say as soon as we get to the front of the school. "See you on stage" He kisses me as I enter, not after hugging and kissing my friends. We are all so excited. "Dash Mooren" Dash goes up to get his certificate. Namea is called and I wait anxiously for my name to be called. "Jordan Right" He looks so different seeing him. His hair is rough, probably from the stress of taking up his duty as alpha.

IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF HIS CAREER? This is why Trent has been acting this way. I feel sorry for him. I continue reading through the story. The newspaper is saying something about Trent consuming an asteroid called Testosterone that increases his ability to- Trent snatches the newspaper and scowls at me. "Is this what I pay you for!" Fury burns intensely in his brown eyes. "Reading some stupid magazine written by primitive writers who don't even know what they are talking about!" He snaps bitterly. He looks deep into my eyes, then down at my lips. I watch him bite his lower lip.

Never. “Give us the tribrid,” Florencia, with her sweet-like cherry voice, said. It made the prince feel furious. He wants to kill that woman who dared to speak those words in front of him! No one can take his mate away from him and he will turn the world upside down once it happens until he finds Sidrich.