Sound Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“So what happened? You think Damien was going to kiss you in front of the pack?” Another one smirked. “He doesn’t even look at her anymore unless he’s forced to. Poor thing’s still delusional.” “She thinks she’s Luna material just because she got some d,” a third whispered with a laugh, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Girl, go back to dancing, Maybe that’s the only way you’ll get his attention.” I said nothing because if I said anything, I’d break. So I bit my tongue until it bled. I was starving. I hadn’t eaten in days. The rich aroma of stew, chicken soup, sautéed vegetables, and seasoned meat swirled through my nose like cruel temptation. My stomach growled so loud, I hugged it to shut

Starving for something they could not name. Reports flooded the channels. Civilians collapsing. Livestock dropping dead. Trees withering. "It feeds on satiation!" Katherine's voice cut through. "It consumes the concept of being full! Everything it touches will hunger until it dies!" "Then let us give it indigestion," Jack snarled, his dark-gold sword igniting with blinding fire. He dove from the flagship, rocketing through the atmosphere toward the Portuguese coast, a meteor of Origin Light and Void Darkness aimed directly at the Hungry's gaping maw.

She sat up slowly, biting back a groan as her muscles protested. Her stomach burned with a hollow, unfamiliar insistence. Hunger. Not the mild, background emptiness she’d known in the pack kitchens when Mara held back seconds from omegas. A sharp, clawed thing that had spent the night eating at the lining of her own belly. She reached for her bundle, fingers clumsy, and unwrapped it. Dried meat. Cheese, turning a little oily at the edges in the increasing warmth. Hard bread. The sight was almost enough to make her weep with relief.

An added danger, an uncertainty, for it was officially the start of the third trial of the Alpha Games. A buzz carried over her skin as she got to her feet and peered around. The scenery was much the same no matter where she looked, but there was one small difference to her left. Michael was sat on a tree stump, his eyes on her as she surveyed the surroundings. Before she could say anything to him her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before and was quick to dig into her supplies and grab two cans of beans. When she handed one to him, he hesitated and brushed the remaining smudge of mud from her cheek, a small smile on his lips. Maddie blinked. There was still sleep still

I handed him his copy of the agreement and I kept mine. "I'm starving. Do you have some food on you?" He snorted, "Do I look like someone who keeps food with me?" I sat on the floor as I can feel my body weakening. I haven't eaten yet since I arrived at the pack, got beaten by those cubs and got hunted by a rouge. "Sis, I'm hungry." Hannah cries beside me as her stomach grumbles. His eyes roamed on my body and glued on my face and on my arm. "Haven't you guys eaten yet?"

GIGI'S POV As I staggered through the bush, my stomach grumbled in protest. The hunger pains were relentless, like tiny knives that never stopped twisting and turning in my gut. But I had to keep moving and keep fighting. Because in this wild, dangerous place, there were only two options: kill or be killed.

It was one of the best nights of my life and it left me craving for more. Jamie was so good at hiding his true intentions that I didn't suspect him even for a minute, I should have known that a monster was hiding under the charade of a submissive husband. My stomach rumbles a little bit and I groaned. I was so hungry, I haven't had anything to eat in three days and I could feel life slowly sipping out of me. Unable to bear the intense hunger anymore, I started to call out to anyone that might be outside the door but no one came.

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

All he needs to do is to snap his fingers and a thousand soldiers would come running after me for my head on his plate I limp back to where I had scattered the food. I sit down and stare at it. I still feel hungry and the feeling is so much I am beginning to lose my mind again. I battle within myself if to continue eating or to just leave the food I think about the hole I dug back in my room, I had suffered so greatly to save up that amount of money. Now everything is gone, probably taking at the party by Leaj- my so-called sister

Her world of hearth and bread and small, steady tasks waited for her like a life she could still grasp—if she would only let go of the memory of his mouth. By noon the hunger came like tide. It began as a low ache behind her ribs, a prickle at the base of her skull. Her hands trembled as she churned butter; her fingers left clumsy marks in the fat. She thought only of cooling her skin with water, but even the bite of the stream could not still the heat that pooled between her legs.