R Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

Thornek’s lips curled back at the thought of striking Narkhul across the table, but before he could, Rhazien spoke again. “It is hunger,” he said. “Not for her, but for what he denies himself. He thinks he can leash it. But the hunger cannot be denied. It consumes everything it touches. And when it is done, it will leave only ash. He toys with her, nothing more. When the hunger takes him whole, he will kill her himself, and we will be spared this farce.” Narhkul stirred. “And if he doesn’t?” Rhazien turned his gaze on him, sharp and mocking. “If he doesn’t, then perhaps you will take her place at his table, Narhkul. You seem fond of speaking when silence would serve better.”

The High Enforcer turned sharply toward the distant forest. “It’s reaching the outer territories already.” Panic flickered across the surviving wolves nearby. One of them whispered… “My family…” Lira felt sick. People were already dying. Because of her. The hunger inside her stirred softly. Not guilt. Approval. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself. “I can hear it.” Kael immediately looked at her. “Hear what?” “The hunger.” The words barely came out above a whisper. “It keeps talking.” The first Moon-born’s expression became grim.

It was delicious. The day dragged, and I never left her. Hunger clawed at me, but I let it. Let it sharpen my edges, let it make me wild. The blood of others would keep until nightfall. Her fear was enough to sustain me. Every time she froze in her house, sensing me without proof, I shuddered with it, cock hard, fangs aching. Fear was the sweetest vein I had ever drunk.

“well that doesn't mean that we should stop looking for her. even if it is her fucking body, we are at least supposed to find it.” “I know that, I know that,” Ragnar said. he too looked torn like he had something he needed to say. “What is it?” “This war… it’s tearing my people apart. the children are getting hungry, the mothers are crying and claiming to have missing children. there are whispers of Dead men walking amongst our people at night. things are really getting out of control.” Ronan looked at me. He would never say it with his lips, but his eyes screamed “I told you so.”

"And now you're afraid of me. Terrific." I laugh. "Wouldn't you be terrified if your girlfriend revealed she eats your kind whenever she is injured?" Ryan snorts. "Yeah, I guess so, but it still hurts... I didn't ask for this, and when the survival instincts kick in, I turn into someone else. I can't control my hunger." "See, that scares me," I admit. "A hybrid unable to control themself, the mere thought frightens me to the bone. The crazy ones are somehow even scarier than the calm and collected ones."

It was everywhere, a gentle sweep, unhurried and unstoppable: the starter touching all it could and remaking the world according to its own blue hunger. No one realized the pantries had emptied until the first riots began. They used to say hunger is the only honest emotion; now it drifted through the streets like a sweet, sticky fog. Carolina watched it all unfold from her perch on the battered pier, the twins asleep beside her, Mira and Xander engaged in a slow, wordless dance of mutual sabotage and support. She could feel the starter inside her, still wild, still unpredictable, but less alien by the hour. They had sown the city’s undoing. No one was coming for them. Maybe no one could.

I needed someone to give me something to eat, just anything to keep this hunger away. I guess the fear of starving to death is more dreadful. As soon as the car gets closer to where I was standing, it zooms past me in a twinkle of an eye while my heart broke a little. I looked on both sides of the streets to see that it was completely quiet, just a handful of homeless people like me sleeping in different locations across the street. I decided to call it a night if I don't die of hunger tonight, then maybe tomorrow will come with a little bit of sunshine.

he said. “What.” His voice was very quiet when he finally answered. “Hunger.” The word sent a small shiver through me. Not shame. Recognition. He continued. “The kind of hunger that refuses to accept the life it was given.” My throat felt tight. Because he was right. That hunger had been growing inside me for years. “You are not afraid of it,” I said. “No.” He took one more slow step closer. “So do not be afraid of it either.” The distance between us had almost disappeared now.

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“Those rules exist for a reason, Cam. To control your mind. To control your hunger. Don’t give them what they want.” He frowned. “Hunger?” “Yes,” I said quietly. “Be hungry. Hungry for more. Because hunger is how you survive.” Then I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees. “You want to know the real danger? It isn’t swords. It isn’t armies. It’s hunger. Fearlessness. Rebellion.”