The Hunger Novel Novels & Stories

But the hunger was sharper than it had been a week ago. And the city's fractures, reliable as they were, were starting to feel insufficient. He would need to make new ones. The thought settled into the dark with the patience of something ancient and adaptable. In the bookshop basement, the candles held their small steady flames. And Ilyra, for the first time in eleven weeks, did not write down what she saw.

“What kind of pieces?” He looked down at his hands. “I know what hunger feels like. The kind I have. I know it the way you know a language you’ve always spoken — it’s not something I learned, it’s just what I am.” He paused. “I know what it feels like to be near someone who has what I need but won’t give it. That feeling — I know it very well.” The air between us changed. Slightly, but I felt it. “Did that happen?” I said. “Before me.”

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

It made me hate him the more and I wanted it all to end. My eyes were closed and my stomach in knots when my body froze. Hunger made me delirious sometimes but this time, it was so much worse. They hadn’t brought food for me in a long time. The mouldy bread and dirty water I got at intervals couldn’t be called a meal but it saved me from starvation. I hadn’t received a portion in what must have been days.

Red crept up her cheeks, and Hannah clutched at her stomach and away from seeing him again. Hadzen looked her way with his brows knitting together. "You're hungry?" he asked, his voice clipped, not as harsh as it had been a moment ago. "I." Hannah stammered, but her stomach betrayed her once more with another growl. Tch," Hadzen clicked his tongue, clearly irritated. "Okay, okay. Find you some food before you faint or whatever." He scanned the area, looking for a suitable location anywhere nearby.

The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. My stomach growled again, loud and insistent, as if the very air around me had conspired to remind me of its hunger. That low, demanding rumble was all the permission I needed. Without hesitation, I grabbed the plate, pulled it closer, and began devouring the contents as if I hadn’t eaten in days—no, as if I hadn’t eaten in years. My mind couldn’t focus on anything but the hunger that gnawed at me, pushing me to consume with a desperation I couldn’t quite suppress. I tore into the food like a starved hyena, each bit a desperate act of indulgence.

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.

The roar wasn’t sound. It was pressure, a deep, crushing tremor that sank into bone and soul, making the very air bleed light. The cavern walls cracked under the strain, stone flaking like parchment as the breach widened. The First Hunger was coming. I could feel it before I saw it—a tide of oblivion, an appetite that wasn’t a creature but a concept, a hunger older than creation itself. And I was its invitation. Kael stood at my side, sword drawn, his jaw locked tight. “Don’t move,” he murmured. His voice was steady, but his knuckles were white on the hilt.

my chance, my place, the Alpha’s gaze that should have been mine. She was nothing but a thief wrapped in silk. My stomach growled, sharp and hollow, yanking me back into the present. I hadn’t eaten in days, not since they had cut my rations down to scraps. The hunger was an ache that blurred my vision, a gnawing beast chewing at my insides. The kitchens. I could almost smell the bread, the meat, the fruit. My body moved before thought could stop it, driven by raw need.