Music Hunger Games Novels & Stories

~ A M E L I A ~ Tiredness and hunger bloomed in me. However, as it was most days, the pain of my torture was too unbearable, for I couldn’t even think about eating. It wasn’t like they fed me anyway. I was lucky if I was given a bite of stale bread at times. One day, when my body wasn’t healing at all, the guards that kept an eye on me when Alpha Draven was away fed me a single spoonful of honey and two spoonfuls of water to wash it down. The sweet and sticky liquid soothed my dry and hoarse throat, yet the minute it disappeared, the dryness and pain returned.

The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

Sherry's stomach growled, the fierce hunger gnawing at her insides as she stared at the lavish spread before her. Plates of roasted meat, warm bread, and delicacies filled the large oak table, but not a single bite had been offered to her. She shifted in on the floor, trying to ignore the pangs of hunger as the man across from her—Dallion Cross, one of the most feared mafia dons in the underworld—ate in silence. His jaw moved slowly, chewing methodically, like a predator savoring its prey.

Drake’s POV Hunger strips a man of everything he pretends to be. I didn’t understand that until the moment Elise stand in our front with Derek beside her, both of them carrying food, and my body reacted before my mind could remind me that I was a crown prince. The smell hit first. Warm bread. Roasted meat. Salt. Smoke. My stomach clenched so hard it hurt, a sharp reminder that we’d been chasing shadows all day and surviving on nothing but stubbornness. I stood without realizing I’d moved, boots crunching against dry leaves, eyes locked on what she carried like it was treasure.

my chance, my place, the Alpha’s gaze that should have been mine. She was nothing but a thief wrapped in silk. My stomach growled, sharp and hollow, yanking me back into the present. I hadn’t eaten in days, not since they had cut my rations down to scraps. The hunger was an ache that blurred my vision, a gnawing beast chewing at my insides. The kitchens. I could almost smell the bread, the meat, the fruit. My body moved before thought could stop it, driven by raw need.

I settled back into Gunner’s chest as a cowboy doll walked around on the TV screen. As the movie progressed, my hunger did as well. I tried a bit of all of the food that we brought in with us, but for some reason, all I had a taste for was the meat products. I guess that little trip to the Ethereal Plane has drained me a bit, now my body is demanding protein to make up for it. I happily snacked away on the sausages and chicken skewers, but the marinated beef strips were heavenly above all else. As Gunner reached around my shoulder to grab a piece of the meat, I felt a growl bubble in my throat. As his fingers got closer to the beef, I snapped my teeth at his hand and growled.

But then I’d looked at the others. They were eating like beasts. Fenris had ripped a lamb apart with his bare hands, his fingers slick with grease as he tore meat from bone. The warriors around the table were no better, shouting and gnawing on ribs like they hadn't eaten in a month. Seeing that primal hunger had turned the food in my stomach into lead. Mina was still talking. Her voice was sharp and relentless, and it was starting to feel like static in my ears. I couldn't process the words anymore. I just wanted the noise to stop.

“The cook outdid herself. She said if you don’t put on weight, she’ll haunt your dreams with overcooked porridge.” The tray held eggs, sliced fruit, thick bread with butter and honey, and a mug of something that smelled like spiced tea. My stomach growled loudly. Mira pretended not to hear, but her eyes sparkled. I wrapped my fingers around the mug, savoring the warmth. It felt… wrong," somehow, to be this comfortable. To have my biggest immediate problem be whether to smear honey or butter first. Bloodthorn had trained me to expect pain as payment for any kindness.

Mara leaned closer to me, whispering, “You don’t have to.” Maya whispered louder, “But it would be legendary.” I closed my eyes for half a second hoping Ivy would scream and call me stupid but she was silent. However, for the first time, hunger wasn’t just pain. It was energy. It was something alive, something mine. I opened my eyes. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll do it.” The man’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “But,” I added, lifting a finger, “I don’t do cheering. I don’t do crowds touching me. And if anyone calls me ‘cute’ while I’m eating, I will break their jaw.”

I need her here just as badly as James wants her gone. “Then we will do without fresh bread.” I want to scream at my Beta and demand he leave the Pack land for just a day; maybe then he won’t be complaining about flour or the lack of it. People are starving out of the Pack; humans are killing themselves with hazardous moonshine and drugs. They kill each other for sport, and shifters are hunted until only a few of us remain. Elle looks like she’s well fed, which makes James think life out there is getting easier, but I know it just means Elle is so good at her job that she can afford decent food.