Thresh Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Every vampire born or turned had to be registered under the council, a body of five special vampires who ruled over every vampire in the country. Each member known as an elder. We all had to answer to them but I answered to no one. I was the girl whose birth was unscented, undisclosed. I had never met my mother, so I had no knowledge about authority as it went until I was nineteen. I had gone on a raid with a few of my friends as usual like the scavengers we were but I got caught by a protector. Being dragged like an animal to the council when my name wasn't found in the registry was one of the worst days of my life, the humiliation was real and I had swore to never relent to them. Suffice t

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

He sniffed, sniffed again, and felt hunger flood his body. Finally! Something to hunt. It had been so long since his last meal that Horth could barely remember what he had eaten. The short one? With all the bones? Or the long slithery thing? It hardly mattered. The metal world was different, but food was food, and he would hunt.

"The Spire must be lonely these days. Or perhaps you’re just realizing that the dirt of the Coast is harder to rule than a glass tower." ~~~ Dante opened his mouth to speak, but a sharp, clinical spike of ice shot through my mind. The Heir was waking up. "Dante doesn't need to speak to a man who is two weeks away from starving," I said, my voice cutting through the room like a blade. The entire table went silent. Thorne’s smile faltered. Dante turned to look at me, his eyes narrowing in a mix of shock and a sudden, sharp paranoia.

That desperation that they used to run to the lines for food…what on Earth was happening beyond the borders? We had unloaded half of the supplies when Hannah’s shrill scream filled the air. I turned around in time to see her kick an old man at her feet away. He soared a few feet in the air and fell but did not stir. His lips were cracked, his entire face hollow. Oh goddess. Had he starved to death? I rushed towards him and raised him up, checking for breaths in his nostrils. Good. He was still alive. “Bring me water,” I said to some of the men near me. They remained rooted in their spot, glancing at Hannah for permission. “Fucking hell! Bring me water!”

Heather POV The Thatcher brothers had done a pretty good job of cooking supper. They made burgers and sausages as well as pulling out the last of the macaroni and potato salad. It wasn’t anything fancy, but hey, I didn’t have to cook it. There wasn’t anyone from the Silver River pack that was staying with us tonight. There were only about twenty or so of us left. The ten of us, along with the Thatcher brothers and a few others. A bunch of the guys had started up a game of volleyball after everything from supper had been cleaned up. I was sitting on the grass watching the game with Dawn when she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder, letting out a big sigh. “Ok what’s up? Even though yo

“ARCHON NEEDS TO DIE TO REVERSE IT.” Noah sighed and stepped back. “And he will. But until then, we’re going to have to sort out something. You’ll run out of blood, if you keep using it to write with.” He left and Thorne turned to the mirror, looking at the mess of scarring and the thick black string which held his lips together. His gaze shifted to his torso, to the chunks of skin missing and he growled. Without being able to eat, he’d starve, before he ran out of blood.

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

I found Zevarion, back pressed against an old tree. He looked up and smiled faintly when he saw me. That smile, the only warmth I trusted anymore. I handed him the food and sat beside him, the silence between us as comfortable as the shadows. “These people are beyond saving,” I muttered. “You saw what they did when given food, they turned into animals.” Zevarion unwrapped the meat slowly, chewing as he listened. “That’s what happens when people are starved for too long,” he said softly. “It’s instinct, survival. When you take everything from someone, all that’s left is the will to fight for scraps. And that’s exactly what Xareth wants.”

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