Lizard Mutt Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The big fellow seems to think he is the size of a tiny dog. "I think they hunt during nighttime; it would be our biggest chance of infiltrating their home. Hopefully, they are keeping Ryan prisoner at this location," I look over at Blue, who tilts his head at me. "You're sure that he is here?" The zombie dog nods at me. He seems intelligent enough to understand that barking here isn't a good idea. I think it's funny that my team members are all mutated animals. My male lizard is named Cuddles, the zombie dog is named Blue, and then I call the female lizard Lizzie.

He stormed up to them with an imposing presence that petrified a Mustelid mutant, snatched back his food, before giving a roundhouse kick that split the Mustelid into two bloody pieces. Horror and terror wiped across the faces of the Mustelids when they discovered that the tiger and the lion mutants were not to be trifled with. One of them barked fiercely, "Do you want to die so badly?! Do you know who we are!?" "As if I'd even give a tinker's cuss to whoever you are! Take my food and I'll kill you! Simple as that!" bellowed the tiger mutant. He bounded forward like a cat, scaring the wits out of the Mustelids as he took another swipe at one of them before gripping both of the poor weasel mu

He now stood victoriously atop his uncle's back, roaring like a tiny alpha. “You’ve raised a barbarian,” Gunner grunted good-naturedly. Tora sipped her water and shrugged. “He’s half wolf. Comes with the territory.” Cheyenne plopped down beside her, handing her a cupcake. “I swear Liora is part gremlin. She just tried to barter a juice box for someone’s soul.” “Her father’s daughter,” Tora said, eyes twinkling. “Hey now!” Jax called from where he was attempting to string glowing phoenix feathers across the canopy with Thorne and Tyler. “I heard that!”

"We're doing a full Hunger Games. Should I say something inspiring or just die quietly?" "You're not dying," Rhydar mutters. "You're fighting. You've trained for this. You're going to make them regret showing up." I stare at him, my chest still heaving. "...Why do you even care?" Rhydar doesn’t even look at me. “You belong to me, little mouse. Mine to break. Mine to protect.” My stomach does a treacherous little flip right then, but then the leader of the rank five group flexes his neck, cracking it side to side. "Oh look. A little pup joined the wolves."

If that was not enough of a nightmare. Imagine the very reason I jumped into the water was still there. The rogues,they were crazy and blind enough to jump into the water behind me. And were now barring their teeth at me. One of them was just near my hind leg and next I know,he grabbed it in its deadly jaw, making a sharp helpless yelp to leave my lips. Please....not like this moongoddess...not like this. The other rogue joined him, holding my other hind leg ,when our bodies hit another big rock.

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

“Maliyah!” As I get closer I see her dragon, Terra, is in chains and she is struggling to break free. There are two warlocks fighting against Maliyah and she is holding her own well. I push myself harder and tackle a warlock, immediately snapping his neck. His body disappears, leaving only one left.

My clothes were shredded in places, and more than once, I resorted to smearing swamp mud on my skin to hide my scent. It felt like days before the trees began to thin, and the air turned colder. That’s when the beasts came. I wished they were wolves or like the first set I met. These were twisted, mutated creatures, half-bone, half-flesh with too many eyes and snarls that sounded like they came from beneath the earth itself. One leapt at me from the trees, a shadow with claws the length of daggers. I rolled just in time, slicing across its shoulder with a blade I’d fashioned from a shattered talon. But another came. Then another.

I glare at her in leopard form and snarl, "You knew who Carolyn was and because you didn't warn Skylar, my sister is dead! Get out!" With her eyes wide, she kept still, not moving. I bared my leopard teeth at her, growling in anger and she quickly leaves the room as I try to lunge at her. Skylar was quick to pin me beneath her while Bethany closed the door. My leopard eyes look up into Skylar's leopard eyes as she had shifted to her half form while rolling to pin me to the bed.

My movements were swift and agile, my senses heightened by the primal instinct to survive. The battle raged on, the forest floor becoming a battleground illuminated by flashes of gunfire and the moon's ethereal glow. I fought with a ferocity that belied my human form, my lycan instincts taking over as I defended my territory. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" One of the hunters cursed in fury as he emptied his clip, "Just fucking die!" Were his last words as I clawed and ripped him to shreds with my elongated Claws. One by one, the hunters fell, their arrogance and greed no match for my strength and determination.