Muttations Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Calvin's POV One of my escorts hit the man on his head and he fell passing out, I order them to loose the lady without even giving her a glance, as I step outside to my car. Leaning on my car waiting them, I hear slight footsteps as I turn around to face them, I am surprised to see no other person than the mute girl I insulted few weeks ago at the mall. She looks tired, her blonde hair dirty and falls to her face slightly covering her left eye, her flair skirt which stops at her thighs, her legs exposed, they are beautiful. She looks so scared and looks like she has been crying coz her eyes are red. Focus Calvin, come on, you are certainly not checking a mute girl out.

She groaned and sat down at the table, picking at the food with the fork and turning it around in the plate. "You're overthinking this Megan It's not poisoned, it couldn't possibly be poisoned." She repeatedly told herself but still she just could not bring the food to her mouth. "Megan..." She cautioned again but she still couldn't. Her tummy grumbled again, loudly this time. The door was suddenly thrown open and she flinched, moving her gaze towards the door. Omar stood at the door for a second as his gaze scanned the room briefly before they landed on her, she stood up when he walked in and he rushed to grab her in his arms. She sprang forward from her seating position, running into his

It clawed through my veins, trying to drink the death. I was a parasite. I was the thing that shouldn't exist, feeding on the memory of a murdered world. Nergal watched the screens. The population count dropped. 7 billion. 5 billion. 2 billion. He smiled. "Let the rain fall," he whispered. His voice was calm. Satisfied. "Let the weak burn. And let the strong rise." The vision shifted, blurring into a nightmare of time-lapse horror. I saw the aftermath. The first mutations—men's bones bending and cracking as they turned into wolves, flesh rippling and distorting into something unnatural. I saw skin hardening into iron.

However, because creating the process itself was very complicated and difficult, Maya couldn't just reduce the number of materials and tools she had to make the food. To be honest, using that mutation technique should also be impossible as long as the materials don't naturally mutate thanks to the meteor dust. But Maya spent her entire life researching and surviving, not just so she could create food just from mutated ingredients. Maya dedicates her time to unraveling the mutation process and how they got to mutate. Even if this world didn't have the meteor dust that should act as the cause of the mutation of the ingredients that Maya needed, Maya could still produce food that should never b

Lena screamed, trying to hold him— But his body rejected her stabilizing touch. His eyes snapped open. Pure gold. He shoved her away with unexpected force. She flew back and hit the snow hard. Elias sprinted and caught her. Alexander rose— Shaking, screaming, glowing brighter than the moon. Rhea whispered: “…He’s fully mutated.” Lena sobbed into Elias’s chest. “No… NO—!!” Elias looked up at the glowing figure Alexander had become. His voice trembled. “I’m sorry… brother…”

Murry tried to run again, but he only made it halfway down the aisle. Large hairy hands with stabbing nails grabbed around his ankles. The claw nails shredded his jeans. Murry fought and kicked, but soon other hands came at him from all sides. His shirt, what was left of it, tore from his body. Twisting, he tried to get out of the hold. The creatures didn't seem to be phased by his movements. Murry knew he didn't have the power behind his strikes to make a difference. He didn't eat enough to bulk up, and he had never exercised or cared about his health. Murry simply lived every day the same. Now he wished he'd done some damn pushups or sit-ups in his life. His muscles became fatigued the mor

Above us, the monolithic black pillars of the Spires rose up like the legs of a giant iron spider, their tops completely lost in the heavy, smog-choked sky, while the orange glow of the thermite sweep at the foundation looked like nothing more than a dying ember three miles up. Dante collapsed into the mud beside me, his massive chest heaving as the violet-black fire in his eyes flickered, his great jaws parting to drop a heavy glob of dark, foaming blood into the ditch. The iridescent fur along his ribs was matted with grease and zinc shavings, his obsidian claws twitching against the wet earth as the sheer physical toll of his mutation began to settle into his bones. "Dante," I scrambled t

Even immortals failed at keeping their words and the errors of others always came back to hurt the innocent ones. What a pathetic life pattern. “These are the main game rules: for each game passed, immunity points are awarded. Killing a person during the games amps up your point and even after the games— immunity points are awarded” Silent whispers ensued but the voices never rose past that. “This world is Parasite-infested. The air likewise is polluted with mutating chemicals.” Every revelation kept getting sick, my head churned.

It was melting the stars. “The Hunger isn’t gone, June,” Gabe whispered. “You didn’t kill it. You just gave it a bigger kitchen. Now it wants to bake the whole universe into one loaf of bread.” June looked at her friends. They were safe for now, but outside, the world just kept melting away in the oven’s heat. “How do we stop it?” June asked. Gabe flipped through the book and found a little pocket at the back. Inside, he pulled out a tiny black seed.

There were some slight changes that he couldn't quite name. The gene sequences curled and twisted around him, glowing in wild colors like some kind of living art piece. It was beautiful, chaotic, and terrifying all at once. "What the hell is that?" Something caught his eye. One sequence looked completely different. He couldn't explain how or why, but he knew it—that the GeneX Pill had altered one. Was he seriously mutating into some freak? What the hell? His heart started racing with panic. "Mr. Horton, this is bizarre. Gideon's vitals... They're fading. Like, actually fading," one of the crew informed the leader, Michael Horton.