The Hunger Games Let The Games Begin Novels & Stories

"I'm coming for what's mine." His eyes narrowed, his stance shifting slightly, but he remained silent. He wouldn't show it, but I knew my words had hit home. I turned back to my pack, my blood humming with anticipation. Tonight wasn't the night for the final showdown. No, this was just the beginning. And as the moon hung ominously overhead, marking the start of what promised to be a long and brutal war, I felt a wild, savage thrill surge through me. Let the games begin.

She looked like a trapped deer, not able to move as the Victoria girl towered over her. My feet were moving before I ordered them to, and I heard my name as I drew close. None of them heard or saw me approach until I was right up on them. "Give it to me. Are you drawing him again? Dream on, Gabe Russo has no interest in the likes of you." What the fuck? Victoria held out her hand for the book while Gianna clutched it closer to her chest.

Obediently, she did. "My master seems unsatisfied," she murmured, watching him carefully. "Hmm, maybe." Kalis tilted his head, considering her. "But I have news. The Games begin in a day. I’ll be participating." "The Games?" He cut her off, striding toward the wooden bed. "Right. The Hunt." "Yes!" She smiled, eager. "Are you excited?" "More than you know," he declared, a dark amusement in his voice. Freda rose, moving to sit beside him. "Master, do you know what I call this?" She leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "The game to win a heart."

The game had just begun. ‎

“Boss, this is a good time. Their bodyguard is with them. Let me go plant the bug.” I don’t turn to look at him, my eyes locked on the women laughing on the court. My voice is sharp but steady. “Go now, Gabe.” I don’t turn around to face him, but from the corner of my eye I see Gabe slipping away through the south exit, heading straight for the car park. The Hunger Games has officially begun.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this

“Let’s finish this.” The final battle had begun.

Because this time Lexie knew who she was truly giving herself to. A moan slipped from her as I took another lick as I lapped up more of her juices for the hunger I had building inside of me. Nipping at the pink flesh my fangs elongated enough to pierce it slightly without causing any pain for me to take a taste of what flowed within her. The taste of her juices mixed with her blood sent waves of hunger and desire to my soul begging me to make her mine. I wanted to shut that part of me down, but I had promised Lexie this one night of me truly giving myself to her. So instead, I gave into the hunger and devoured her pussy like it was the last meal I would ever get from her.

“Then I suggest you do some warm ups.” It was only a few minutes later that Alpha Phelan stepped forward and called the crowd to silence. “Welcome to the first trial of the Luna Games.” He paused for an applause that only came after moments of silence. “The strength trial will begin now, will the first pairing enter the fighting area.”

I murmured as silently as possible. Salvatore continues to count, the playful tone in his voice making it clear that this is more than just a simple game. "...........Eight, nine, ten!" he announces with a chuckle, deliberately drawing out the moment. The mansion seems to hold its breath in anticipation. The game officially begins, and Salvatore, pretending to be clueless, searches in the wrong places intentionally.