Nightlocks Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The necklace remained firmly locked around her throat. Cold dread settled in her stomach. Without another second of hesitation, she rushed from her room. She practically slammed into Sloane's door. "Get up." Sloane groaned from bed. "What?" "Take your necklace off." Sloane sat up slowly. Yawning. Confused. Then she reached for her necklace. A few moments later, her eyes widened. "It won't open." Nova's stomach dropped. "Mine either." The twins stared at one another. Neither speaking.

What is she? And the huts. Marcus confirmed it. Only the six assigned to players are sanctuaries. The rest are feeding grounds. A low, wet scrape sounds against the outside of my door. Then a voice, thick and distorted, like words forced through mud. “I can… smell him. The wounded one. Let me in… Kiera. I’m so… hungry.” Locke. He’s right outside. And he knows we’re in here. Marcus pales, his body locking up again. All the color he just regained drains away.

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”

He served as their look-out. “Good,” she mumbled upon seeing Beta Mellow attempting to help. After Nyx has finished the business, she did not waste even a second to free her twin. There was a struggle on giving his freedom. Three locks secure the entrance and the locks varied in sizes and mechanism to unlock. The first two were not giving her a hard time; however, the third lock managed to form large beads of sweats on her forehead. It trickles each passing minute. It is getting dire for them if they remain longer inside. Glancing on the solitary clock, more and more beads of sweats are appearing on her forehead. Her hand is shaking that she could not almost hold the metal strip properly.

ALEXIOS It took two days to reach Nightshade territory much to my chagrin. Mother chose to follow me and surprisingly so did Fiona. I did want to tell her no. But she was her own person. As much as I knew why she was joining us, I didn't have the heart to stop her. I was convinced she would eventually come around. We were accepted into the almost desolate pack grounds that happened to be Nightshade. My heart thumped as the vehicle I was in slowly carouseled around the maze that was their settlement before eventually stopping in front of a mansion. It was vast in every manner. So much so that it almost rivaled the Rose mansion. In front of the entrance was Vitale, the new Alpha of the Nightsh

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Lucia stopped when the next moment, the entire place was filled with mist and I could not see anything aside from the white mist blocking my eyesight from seeing my surroundings. "Lucia? Are you still there? Orion?" I panicked. I haven't read about River of Flames much and I'm afraid that we would just suddenly be poisoned by this mist or there is something that will suddenly swallow us whole while we stood there. "I'm here, Ophelia. I'm fine. It's just, I'm a little uncomfortable that I can't see anything. This mist is getting to my nerves," I heard Lucia. "Orion?" I called but no one answered. So I talked to Raja in my mind.

We set traps not because we liked violence but because we understood that choice looks tasteless if you offer no consequence to those who choose wrong. Word ran like a rumor with good timing: Ronan’s forces were near, not a mass but an advance. Scouts had seen movement along the ridge. Cameras—some ruined, some repaired with cheaper lenses—blinked like injurious beetles in trees. The ash-eyes had been scraped and re-scraped; Thorn had stayed up all night with a soft knife and a grimmer patience. The ledger sat in the kitchen now like an accusation with pages, and people ate with the sort of neat hunger that has little time for dessert.

A shiver crept down my spine. Why would she say that? I glanced at Theron, searching his expression for an anchor, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. His gaze stayed fixed on Sunniva, jaw locked tight. I stepped forward, swallowing hard. “You’re mistaken,” I said, keeping my tone clipped and calm. “I’ve never even met Mrs. Lockhart.” Her lips curled into a cold, knowing smile. “My apologies.” She dipped her head in what looked more like mockery than courtesy. “I must have confused you with another desperate girl who needed money.”

We all got carried away in the recreation room, and we didn't realize hours had passed until Drake's stomach growled loudly. " I'm starving. Can we go and eat?" he says, getting up from his game. Everyone agrees. Lily was teaching me how to play pool. I put down the long pool stick, and we exit the room and go to the kitchen. Lily suddenly holds my hand as we walk to the kitchen. However, her eyes are glazed, indicating she is mind-linking. I glance at Nicholas, who is walking next to me. His eyes are also glazed. He looks annoyed by something, while Lily has a smug expression on her face. Are they fighting about something?