Muttations Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Might want to call the cops. "Honey, who are you texting?" Chester snarled, his face twisted into something dark and chilling by the phone's glow. This whole new life spiel was nothing but a con. I was trapped in a real-life Truman Show. I lashed out with a fierce kick at Chester. He screamed in agony, doubling over, his face a mask of pain. "Chester!"

Every broken soul here looked to me for decisions, for safety, for answers I did not have. And yet all I could see was Rue alone somewhere out there,injured and hunted. I slammed my fist against the frozen wood of the watchtower. The impact sent a jolt up my arm, sharp enough to steal my breath. “She was bitten,” I whispered to myself, the words fogging in the air. “By a mutated wolf.” The interrogations from earlier replayed relentlessly. The captured creatures hadn’t spoken in words, not really, but their reactions, their fragments of memory, the way their bodies responded to certain names… it had been enough.

"You've tried to kill him." I stepped forward. The shimmering darkness answered. "You've kidnapped him." Another step. "You've tortured him." Another. "You've manipulated entire kingdoms." The shadows around me brightened. Silver and black intertwining. Beautiful. Terrifying. "And somehow your conclusion is that he's the problem?" For a brief moment— Elias looked offended. Then the mutants attacked. Hundreds of them. The battlefield exploded. Shadows collided. Corruption surged. Monsters charged. I moved instantly. Darkness answered.

Zane asked, looking at Lucien confused. "Quit being a whiny child, Zane. She is not angry with you, the thing is she is mute and I'm the only one that can communicate with her." "And she hasn't said anything bad about you so far, but who knows maybe soon." Lucien explained to him, I watched as Zane's face changed from one of confusion to pity. He didn't seem grossed out by the fact that I was mute. Others would have looked at me like I was a freak or something.

It's like a living thing inside me, demanding to be fed. "Stay back," I tell Wendy. "I don't want to hurt you." She looks at me, and I can see the fear and concern in her eyes. "What are you talking about?" I don't answer. I can't. My hunger is too strong, too overpowering. I open my eyes and see the Silver Hunters drawing closer, their weapons at the ready. I can't hold back any longer. I lunge forward and sink my teeth into the first one who gets close enough.

In a few days, they would die of dehydration or starvation if they didn't wander aimlessly across a bridge first. Much less common, at least in the days after the cataclysm, were alpha mutations. This only occurred in a small subset of the male population. Alphas are hideous, hyper-masculine beasts, their bodies bloated with muscle and their minds inflamed with a terrifying desire for carnage and violence. And mating. Which brings us to the third and rarest of all mutant forms - omegas. This mutation occurred only among the female population. Poor women who carried this mutation immediately entered a state of intense reproductive receptivity known as estrus.

I didn't want to die so quickly. First, I was cursed for being a useless omega; then I was rejected by my mate; then I was betrayed by my best friend; and now I was about to be eaten by a wolf. I saw a branch on the ground and picked it up, but it was too heavy for me to carry; I was too weak. The wolf smirked at me as it jumped at me again. With my eyes closed, I waited for the pain, but it never came. I wasn't sure if I should keep my eyes closed or open them. I was really scared.

the person said before ending the call. The woman who communicated in Morse code sighed, feeling her eyes sting with impending tears. Remembering how her husband professed love to his mistress was painful. She walked slowly to her room and paused at the large mirror in the hallway. The reflection showed a beautiful woman with slightly wavy brown hair, though her eyes were swollen from sadness. The blue of her eyes was unique, her figure slender—perhaps not as voluptuous as Sophia's, but well-proportioned. The blue-eyed woman was undeniably attractive, if not for the cruel disability caused by a childhood accident that left her mute. She communicated through sign language and Morse code, some

In my opinion, this could be a massive advantage, even if it is a long way away. [Forming Mana Core] Aaaaahhhh!!! THE BURNING IS BRUTAL! What is wrong with me? As soon as the mutation began, I was overcome by intense heat throughout my body. It almost feels like I have swallowed a mouthful of hot lava that has rushed through my veins. [Mana increased by 100] After a long period of time, the mutation ends. My summons was anxious as they watched over the area. When it eventually ends I feel like sobbing in relief and once again I'm forced to realize that I have more upgrades to go through.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”