R Fear And Hunger Novels & Stories

I drooled at the sight of falafel and hummus. While I ate, I felt bad that I was the only one eating. I told the warriors that they should get some food too and then all hell broke loose, even though the food was cold and crappy my men ate like animals, I mean yes we're a part wolf but even I got scared looking at all of them eat, would they have eaten me if I hadn't asked them to get some food ?. I was on my last falafel when I felt my phone vibrate against my thigh, It was another number

My legs moved faster than I thought possible, propelled by pure, desperate instinct. I grabbed the plate, my hands trembling uncontrollably from weakness and urgency, and devoured it. I didn't care how I looked, how animalistic my actions might seem, shoving food into my mouth like I'd never seen it before. I didn't care if it made me seem desperate or uncivilized. Hunger had no shame, no dignity. My hands shoveled the food in, tearing at the bread, wolfing down the meat. It wasn't warm, it was bland, almost tasteless, but I didn't care. It was food, and my body cried out for it, absorbing every crumb.

I miss her little escapades, having to find her each time she escapes, her unapologetic walk and look each time she is caught, and her little mischief. I wanted to cry; maybe if I do that, I will feel better, but I know that if I am seen in this state, no one will fear me or take me seriously again. After staring into space for over an hour, I could no longer bear the hunger; I was on edge and did not have the willpower to keep pushing Rex back. I needed to satisfy a hungry Rex. That was why I needed something to eat. Rex is pretty dangerous, irrational, and moody when he is hungry.

🖤 For the first time… It lost control. ⸻ Millions of empty eyes opened. 👁️👁️👁️ ⸻ Reality cracked around it. 🌌 ⸻ And then it screamed: ⸻ “DON’T LET HIM REMEMBER!” ⸻ Silence. 💀 ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ Because the Hunger wasn’t afraid of the Mother. ⸻ It was afraid of Elian. ⸻ 🌙 The Last Memory

“Scared people don’t whisper like that, scared people don’t stop looking you in the eye and also scared people don't grab their knives when you pass.” Sabrina hesitated. Then, quietly: “You’re not wrong but they wouldn’t… they wouldn’t do anything, would they?” Raven barked a mirthless laugh. “You’ve lived too soft, Sabs. Fear makes people kill. Always has.” The words silenced Sabrina. Her small hands twisted in her lap, her knuckles whitening. By the time Reed emerged from his cot that evening, the camp was already thick with tension. He walked stiffly, leaning on a cane, his body still pale from the fever that had nearly killed him. Yet his presence was enough to draw every Fang’s attentio

My hunger overpowered my hesitation, and I reached for a piece of bread. Fiona continued talking as if this were a pleasant morning meal among friends. “You see,” she said, her voice light. “We told you we hadn’t hurt her.” Kieran leaned back in his chair. “I didn’t doubt you for a moment,” he said. His tone was casual, but his eyes flickered to me for a second, unreadable. I wasn't focused on their words. I had been starving for days and wanted to enjoy the meal before the bad news came along.

It’s a sight that turns my stomach. I tell myself to run, to find safety, but my feet feel rooted to the ground, paralyzed by fear. The rogue’s gaze locks onto mine, and I can see the glint of madness dancing in his eyes. He steps forward, muscles taut and ready to pounce. “Dinner,” he snarls, the word dripping with primal hunger.

She hesitated, her fingers curling slightly against her dress. “Now.” The shift in his voice was enough. Fear rose sharply within her, and she reached for the food. There was no room for refusal. At first, she ate slowly, then with growing urgency. Hunger, long suppressed, surged forward, and she ate quickly, almost desperately, afraid that refusal would bring punishment. She ate faster, fear driving her as much as the need for nourishment. The taste overwhelming her senses.

Regina questioned, "But why?" I answered, "Because I am hungry af. Technically, when I become hangry. You know anger caused due to hunger. I speak rubbish when I am hangry. As I have finished talking to you about the two guys I feel a little bit light. So, I am going to grab a manchurian noodles and cold drinks.Regina, I am very hungry so bye."Regina interrupted, "Wait for me. Let's go together to the Canteen." I went straight to the Canteen with Regina following me. I wonder what the hell happened to Regina? Why does she want to come with me to the Canteen? What the hell!

My heart lurched and I fell on the ground while holding my stomach. It was there, it was finally here-the hunger I had been dreading from. The bag was beside me, filled with blood bags, waiting for me to grab it and relish it but I feared it wouldn't be enough.