R Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.

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.

"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.

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"Mine too." Calder looked toward the pack house. Toward the floors beneath us. Where his daughter was sheltering. "I was scared." Ronan's jaw flexed. "Of Cross?" Calder shook his head. "Of you." Him saying that did something. I felt it hit Ronan through the bond. Calder continued quickly. "Not like this. Not now." His voice shook. "Back then." Ronan said nothing. "The Hunger was getting worse. Everyone saw it."

Ruby Have you ever been so hungry that your stomach feels like it’s caving in on itself? So thirsty you can barely pry your tongue from the roof of your mouth? Your mind focuses on nothing but food and drink, drink and food. How a stale piece of bread, a glass of water, or a single French fry might save your life.

The darkness disappeared. The white space became bright. The Hunger transformed. Its monstrous body dissolved. What remained was a small child. A frightened little girl. She looked no older than six. Emily stared. "She's just a child." The First Mother nodded. "The Hunger was born from fear." Emily knelt. The child looked at her. "Are you going to hurt me?" Emily shook her head. "No." "Why?" "Because I know what it's like to be afraid." The child slowly reached for her hand.