Muttations Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A knee to the thigh. Michelle hit the dirt, tasting the copper tang of blood. She looked toward Leo, but he didn't move. He watched her struggle with the detached fascination of a man watching a fire burn. “Don’t look at him!” Hunt hauled Michelle up by her shirt, forcing them eye-to-eye. “He bought you, but he can’t fight for you. Your father sold you, but he doesn't feel this dirt. Only you do.” Hunt shoved her back. “You’re a ‘mutt’? Then act like one. Mutts only have their teeth.”

Where did I go wrong to deserve this? She is a mute, which means that she wouldn't be able to communicate with me a d worse of all, frail. I want a strong mate by m side; a mate who can stand by my side through thick and thin, a mate who can fight beside me and would win battles together with me, not one that I would be rescuing all the time.

Or did someone grant them access? Either way, it’s a race against time, with several more deaths happening over the last few weeks. And while Zade and the others work on their fight, I am in a race to slow down the progression of the disease, as rumours now spread in the media that it was caused by a mutation in the werewolf gene. Another lie. I feel as if I’m trying to grasp onto time that hopelessly feels like water leaking through a bucket full of holes. Every day passes in a blur. In the morning, Zade wakes me up at the crack of dawn and then we start training, or as I call it; The Hunt.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge. I am Scarlett, the last mutant and werewolf following the rogue-led third-world invasion. I've been in hiding for years, and I despise interruptions... My thoughts drifted as the metals, previously floating in the air, suddenly plummeted to the ground. I couldn't dodge the heavy iron pieces crashing down on me, nor could I shift into my wolf form for safety. "What on earth is happening?" I shouted, shielding my head with my arms. My eyes widened in horror, realizing that each falling piece could seriously harm an ordinary human.

Playlist ~ James Arthur - Recovery *Captive's Home* Anna coughs out blood weakly, her whole body was aching badly. There was deep injuries all over her body that when she tries to move her body on the floor she whimpers from the pains that comes from it. She was still half-naked just as the bastard had left her before torturing her. Her eyes were puffy and red, she could barely open her eyes completely to glance around, she was feeling too weak to get herself off the floor.

Another myth shot to hell, she mused as she slammed the empty glass on the counter. Although she required the blood of animals and fowl for survival, she was quite able to ingest the byproducts of grains and vegetables if she so desired. “You drink too much,” Garth said flatly. “I killed two mutants tonight,” she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “They damn near killed me.” She poured herself another drink and paused with the glass to her lips and added, “Help would have been nice.” Garth had a look of genuine concern on his face as he stood up and inspected the bed.

Goddess knows how much he loved that place and the food there, especially the hamburgers. Just then, my eyes grew wide in realization. The hamburgers! How could I forget that? Hunter is crazy in love with those cheesy hamburgers I had ordered, yet I gave them to Axel. I was worried he'd weaken if he had not had anything to eat soon. He was the one who was rejected. The rejected mate will immediately feel the impact of the mate bond breakingw and it weakens them. But that's it. Is that why he's so pissed? He didn't even want to hear me out when I tried to explain what happened.

I say to her. “I'm not regular” she whispers again under her breath then she buttons up her shirt. Mel pulls out her knife, slowly she slit her left palm, “See,” she says, showing me her bleeding palm which seem not to stop anytime sooner. I reach for my backpack to get some bandage. Mel pulls her hand away from my reach as I try to help. “I'm useless” She mutter, clenching her fist. “What if my zombie blood has been mutated not to function again? What if the next bite change me? What if-”