Marvel Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The sharp, tangy scent of metal fills my nostrils, sending a shiver of exhilaration down my spine. My body moves on autopilot, years of street fights and mob wars kicking in as I dodge and weave, my gun barking with deadly precision. One by one, the suits fall, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds. But my victory is short-lived as more goons pour through the door like rats from a sinking ship.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.

“How are you feeling? I’m not dragging you down too much am I?” I smile and kiss her head. “Not at all.” I make sure the alarm is set for the next hour. “After yesterday and last night we both need some rest.” She nods and cuddles into me again. “Can we turn on the TV?” “Okay, want to watch a movie? We are up to the first Captain America movie.” I turn on the PS4 via the controller and start up Disney+. I’m so glad I talked Samantha into getting it, all the Marvel films are on there which makes it very convenient to binge watch them.

He opened the door. Gestured slightly. “Milady.” I snorted. Eli laughed. Ava approved. The drive was chaos. Immediate chaos. “Have you seen the new Marvel trailer?” Eli asked. Marcus nodded. “I have.” Ava leaned forward. “They’re misdirecting the plot.” Marcus looked interested. “Go on.” And just like that, I was no longer part of the conversation. They went deep. Characters. Timelines. Theories. Eli talking fast. Ava correcting him.

I cringe at the truth in his words, but then Marvel yells back, “Mommy said you are responsible for your own actions, Levi. Mommy said you make your own choices. You make bad choices. Don’t yell at Miss Harriet because you’re stupid and mean.” Levi snarls sickly, reaching for Marvel again, but I quickly move to block him. He growls at me, his arm shooting out and gripping my throat. His claws extend, sinking into my neck, and then he sinks the claws on his other hand into my abdomen, the searing pain making me scream.

Marvel argued in anger. “Mm-Marvel? Don’t you think it’s about time you move on from the crush you have on him besides it been years and I don’t see you two happening anytime soon. You’ve had a proclivity towards him for so long since our school days in the university, that was the reason why you made us bullied Aria Freeman all that time in the past.” Abigail verbalized with a cautious tone in fear of getting Marvel angry. Am angry Marvel is a scary Marvel.

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell

* I wiped the blood off my face, my eyes turning as cold as ice. I finally understood the essence of this game. Play the White Moonlight? Die. Play the Maid? Die. Play the Family? Die. As long as you are "human," as long as you approach him with a goal, you are a dead end. Because in his eyes, "human" is synonymous with betrayal. I want to win. So I can't be human. "System," I gripped the hourglass tightly. "I don't want a physical body." [Player Halen, your request violates the rules.]

"The first thing you need to understand," Marcus said, setting his tray down across from Nora with the energy of someone who had been waiting to have this conversation, "is that visibility is a currency and most humans here are spending it wrong." The dining hall was the one place on the island where the division between vampire and human students dissolved not because anyone had decided it should, but because food was a human requirement and the vampires who joined them did so by choice, which meant the ones who showed up either had human friends worth keeping or were there for reasons worth paying attention to.