Jackson Hunger Games Novels & Stories

My eyes kept rolling and trying to close but I tried to keep it open so I can get help but the pain of the bite was strong and vicious and it seemed some kind of poison came with it. I think I should take a recap and take a walk back the memory lane so we would know how I got to this point and what brought me to a forest. Or better still i think an introduction would be more relevant at first. My name is Jackson McDonald and I am eighteen years old and would nineteen in the next ten days. My Dad is a cop and I lost my mom right when I was given birth to. I have no visible clue of how she looks but I just know from pictures I see of her given Me by my Dad. He basically keeps talking about how

Hana gaped as the face that had always treated her so tenderly suddenly turned frighteningly fierce. Jackson lunged at Hana, following Hana's inertia to the side, but Jackson overtook Hana and rushed towards the door. A beautiful woman with long curly chestnut hair was pushed to the floor by Jackson. The tray of food shattered at their feet, and Hana noticed they didn't seem aware of her appearance. Hana walked quickly towards the two of them, Jackson gritting his teeth on the woman's arm. Bright red blood gushed from her arm; Jackson licked every bit of the blood clean with a satisfied expression on his face.

I turned towards the door and saw her—Diana, watching with wide eyes while she hid. Punch after punch, he rained down on Jake, his words laced with rage. “You will pay for your sins. You will burn in the pits of hell for this.” Jake’s cries turned to gasps, then silence. My vision blurred with tears as I saw his body go limp beneath Orin’s hands. “No!” I roared, thrashing against the arms holding me down, desperate to reach him. Orin finally let Jake’s lifeless form drop to the floor, blood pooling beneath his head. He turned to me, his face eerily calm, his voice cold.

Bella's voice was softer now, curious as she gazed in wonder at the scattered notes and gadgets around him. "Do you want to see my research?" Jackson’s eyes glowed with excitement. His youthful energy reminded me how much passion still existed in the world. I checked his identity card again—his name was Jackson, a student from a nearby village. "Of course, I’d love to see it." Bella smiled. I hadn’t seen her this happy in a long time, and the relief of that moment was enough to warm my heart. Jackson turned on his laptop and showed us videos he'd recorded underwater.

Jackson says. Matthew moves a little, drawing my attention back to him. I rush to his side when Jackson grabs him by the ankle and throws him into the living room, where the fire is raging. I try and rush to him, but Jackson stops me by wrapping his hand around my throat and lifting me off my feet. "Shame, he looked tasty, but your blood, your blood will keep me satisfied for my long, long, very long life." Jackson licks his lips and smiles exposing his sharp fangs appearing from his mouth.

Poor guy spent years getting this place just right, and now it's getting wrecked by these dense fools who think they own everything. "My gaming setup!" Jackson yells as his PlayStation gets crushed under falling debris. How the hell did he carry a gaming station through the portal? "I just bought the new FIFA!" He cries out again. "Really?" Luna asked sarcastically, looking at him as if she were imagining ways to smash his head against a wall. "We're about to die and you're worried about soccer games?" "It's football, and yes!" Jackson shoots back. "Some of us have priorities! Damn it!"

Emory knew she was up against a beast, and she loved the feral hunger coursing through her veins. But she’d had enough. Again, Emory charged at Kathleen and Kathleen ducked around her, bringing her dagger down simultaneously in a deadly arc towards Emory’s throat. Emory, however, was quicker and managed to spin out of the way, the dagger slicing into her shoulder instead. She stumbled back, warm blood running down her arm as she cradled her shoulder in pain. With a loud roar, Kathleen sent her tumbling to the ground with a swift kick. Then she stood over Emory, her dagger held high, ready to strike.

Tell Luca not to trust him. Jackson repeated everything in Mira's ear. Every word. She was silent for a beat. Then she nodded grimly. Jackson turned back. "Deal is done, sir" Donato's form flickered like a dying flame. "Thank you." He said **** A few minutes later… "Mum," Jackson called, running up to the main campfire, panting. "Mum... There's a man... He's alive. Barely. He's lying somewhere up near the mountain ridge. We saw him."

“You're right, I have no right to be angry”. Jackson said, staring at Natasha . Natasha took off her bra as she pushed Jackson to the bed. Natasha was high on drugs,she had intentionally invited Jackson over to her house by sneaking him in. She missed him and had long to do whatever she pleases with him Jackson Smith was a handsome, talented young man . He has ambitions that he hadn't fulfilled yet one of which was to kill Chief Lamlord. And that night seemed to be the perfect night for him.

Jackson said, a small whimper slipping from me as Nathan's hateful gaze landed on Jackson behind me. "Why?" Nathan snarled. his grip was tightening and I saw stars flash in my eyes, steady darkness seeping into my mind. "Let. Her. Go..!" Jackson yelled. The burning hand slowly eased the grip on my throat, my lungs gasping for air as I crumbled before Nathan. I coughed and grabbed my throat, trembling. I was expecting there would be burns, but only hot, smooth skin met my cold fingers. As if I simply stood too long in front of a fire. The darkness was easing back into the depths of my mind as my world came into view. Jackson was wrestling Nathan—or was until Nathan breathed flames onto Jackso