Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Goosebumps riddled his skin whenever he thought about the massacre. He couldn’t believe Darius had gone that far just to plant a seed of discord between him and his mate, and to further their plans of killing him and seizing his territory. He wondered what plans they had put in place for the next phase, and to think he had been living with his own enemies all this time. His door creaked open as the gut of General Halister preceded him past the doorway into the office. “Alpha Thorne, I must say it’s a pleasure to see you hale and hearty.” Halister grunted as he walked toward Thorne’s table and settled in the chair across from him. “I can see that you’ve recovered. That’s good.”

The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

“No, I did.” My stomach instantly churned and not out of hunger. There are a few things Thane sucks at. Cooking is number one. I picked on the eggs with my forks “Are you sure this is edible?” His hands flew to his chest in mock hurt. “Ouch, Andera.” I sighed “If I die of food poisoning, my ghost will hunt you forever.” he laughed as I shoved in a mouthful of eggs. Thane leaned closer to me. “Well..?” he asked a tad impatiently. I carefully chewed on the egg, just in case he got the shells Inside.

Thornek’s lips curled back at the thought of striking Narkhul across the table, but before he could, Rhazien spoke again. “It is hunger,” he said. “Not for her, but for what he denies himself. He thinks he can leash it. But the hunger cannot be denied. It consumes everything it touches. And when it is done, it will leave only ash. He toys with her, nothing more. When the hunger takes him whole, he will kill her himself, and we will be spared this farce.” Narhkul stirred. “And if he doesn’t?” Rhazien turned his gaze on him, sharp and mocking. “If he doesn’t, then perhaps you will take her place at his table, Narhkul. You seem fond of speaking when silence would serve better.”

written by Yahbrons_nib publications. It sucks me in, and for hours I get to it. A few times I feel Thane's eyes linger on me, but when I turn, his gaze shifts to his screen, with no word coming out of his lips. The only time he gets to speak, falls during lunch, when he gets me some snacks. Meat Pie, chicken, chips, and a soft drink. The only words he mouths are “they're all for you. “ I try getting him to eat some, but he refuses, shaking me off, while reminding, that I get to finish the book.

The fear that they might not survive clawed at her sanity. Above her, a single flickering bulb cast shadows that danced like demons. Hunger gnawed at her bones, and thirst cracked her lips. She had not eaten in two days. Not since she had refused to sign the final batch of documents Seth brought her. “I won't give you everything,” she had said, her voice was hoarse, and barely a whisper. Seth had smiled. A cold and victorious smile. “You will, eventually. Or those little bastards you're carrying will die in here.”

"Because every time I think of my past life, of how you pushed me into the zombie horde, I feel that this child shouldn't exist." Hans's face turned ashen as he collapsed to the ground. Winnie suddenly sprang to her feet, her rotting fingers grabbing at the camera. "You b*tch! You'll die a horrible death!" Her eyes had turned a cloudy grayish-white, and black phlegm dripped from the corner of her mouth. "Alert! Level 2 Infected!" The automatic defense system activated instantly, and high-voltage current pierced through the iron gate. Winnie let out a horrific scream, her body convulsing violently as she collapsed.

The black thorns weren’t growing like normal plants. They slithered across the white sand, more like snakes, twisting themselves around the villagers’ ankles as they screamed. Every time a thorn touched someone’s skin, that golden glow faded away, leaving just smoky gray behind. “My head!” the Auditor yelled, dropping to his knees and clutching his recipe book. “I can’t remember the smell of bread! Only the hunger! Only those starving years!”

"I’m not always like this. I've spent five years perfecting my discipline. And my company was built on the idea that men are defined by their choices and not just their urges. So... all I'm saying is that..." Thalia let out a long, dramatic yawn, stretching her arms until the hem of her shirt went dangerously high. I’m hungry.” Julian blinked, “Is that all you have to say?” She patted her flat stomach as it let out a faint, cry. “Your backstory isn't going to fill the void in my stomach. Get me something to eat." Julian let out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. "I have a private kitchen in here. But the staff are locked out, and there’s no room service now.

"Ahhh—" [Consumed high-calorie, delicious food.] [Status Updated: Full.] [Sanity recovering slightly... Current: 100/100 (Max overflow)] [Evaluation: In the apocalypse, a bowl of hot stew is more precious than gold.] Jake drained the last of the broth, feeling a light sweat bead on his forehead. He glanced out at the pitch-black, frozen wasteland. Outside was hell. Inside was heaven. "Day one," Jake murmured, shoving the last bite of lamb into his mouth. His eyes, half-veiled by steam, were dark and sharp. "If I want to keep living like this... this rig's got to get stronger."