Peacekeepers Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Amelia went to protest but Kyle patted her hand. "Fine I will accept this. How many warriors are you sending with me?" I tried to count the number of children in the pack. "I think four others should suffice. Now I will also be giving you two extra as recon essentially. There will be two escape routes because better safe than sorry. I will be having Lucy and Brittany as the recon scoutes. They will be positioned in these two places so that they can see down both routes clearly. Once they have seen to it that your group has successfully gotten everyone outside of pack territory they will come join the fight. I will give them both a red scarf to tie to a branch if that route is not safe. In th

Tristan The sound of a metal tray hitting the floor startled me from my thoughts. I glanced up sharply. There I met the sneering gaze of the peacekeeper who stood over me. He was smirking with disdain. He kicked the tray closer with the tip of his boot. “Here’s your food, Alpha jerk,” he said.

“We will not let this poison claim you.” The journey to the shadowed peaks was a trial by fire. Elara, weakened by the poison, relied heavily on Kael. He carried her when her legs could no longer support her, his massive body a shield against the biting winds and the harsh terrain. They encountered more hunters, drawn by the scent of blood and the promise of a valuable prize. Each encounter was a desperate struggle, a testament to Elara’s resilience and Kael’s unwavering protection.

“And this ‘J’ person, too. And whatever they’re doing, we’ll put an end to it.” “It’s what we do,” I said, tightening my grip around Enzo’s torso as I looked up at him. “We’re the Peacekeepers, after all.”

No beasts trying to attack us. We finally found a cave yesterday to keep us warm. We have fire. We have meat. We even have clothes to keep us warm. They're messing with us. I know the pattern. The Soul Keepers give you a week or more of almost-peace, let you think maybe we can survive this, right before they drop something designed to rip your soul out through your teeth. I can't take another round. I can't handle seeing Hazel almost fully naked again. I keep trying to get those images out of my head and replace them with images of my mate.

If you had to compare them, the people Hayley had met before were like lambs battered by the apocalypse. The ones standing in front of her now were wolves that had clawed their way to the top. Every single one of them carried the sharp edge of something wild. These were real apocalypse survivors, the kind that thrived in this world. Like Scott. "The girl's mine," Hayley said, getting straight to the point. She set two fifty-pound bags of rice on the ground.

The house settled into a strange kind of peace, as if I had left but also stayed. Mom still set out my plate at dinner. My room stayed spotless. Danny's grades climbed higher and higher. He visited my grave all the time to talk to me. "Sienna, I got Student of the Year." "Sienna, I came in first on my test." "Sienna, a girl said I was cute." "Sienna, I miss you." Mom struggled at first. She could barely function, and Dad caught her hurting herself more than once. For a long time, she walked around like a zombie. Eventually, she started smiling again.

The misery radiates off her like heat, and I drink it in. Her Uber? Twenty minutes out. I already checked. I always check. She tilts her head back, eyes closed, rain dripping from her lashes. For a moment, she looks like surrender itself. That's when I notice them — two men at the far end of the alley, eyes on her. Their laughter is sharp, cutting through the storm. One points. My jaw tightens. My game was supposed to be patience. Staying hidden. Staying close. But predators don't circle my prey.

"I injured a customer and ran off. They caught me, but I revolted by refusing to eat and drink. Finally, they feared I'd die, and they'd lose money, so they threw me into the arena. I'd not eaten for three days, then. I was starving. "I'm not sure how I managed, but I ripped out that beastkin's neck. After that, I stayed in the arena. They feared I might fight back if I got strong, so they always gave me very little food. "I was badly injured in my last match. They reckoned I'd die for real and tossed me out to be a venting beastkin. But I survived. This week, they were discussing whether to send me back to the arena, but you bought me."

She was ready. That night they made camp on the riverbank. Derek couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the war back home. His phone showed message after message from surviving Hunters asking what to do. He typed back: "Stay together. Stay safe. When this is over, we rebuild. Not as killers, but as protectors." Jazmine replied quickly: "Understood, Commander." Commander. He never wanted to lead. But now hundreds of Hunters looked to him. Nearby, Kai sat with Tamara as she meditated. The silver light under her skin pulsed steadily, like a second heartbeat. She wasn't shaking anymore. She wasn't in pain. The power had become part of her.