Titus Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I would emerge the winner. “Angie, you don’t have to do this you know. You hate killing other animals” my best friend Devon said. I stared at him from where I stood in front of my dresser. He was seated on my bed directly opposite my dresser and I could see him in the mirror without turning. I met his icy blue eyes with my bright green ones. “But I do have to do this. It’s the only way to make sure that we return back to the pack’s good graces”

All of them tilted their heads in unison, peeking at Tristan who is laid on all fours, face buried on the soil. "We were the hunters yet look at him. . all worn out. You really are just a poor kid, vulnerable and miserable. . well, as all humans are." Serina stood before him with arms crossed on her chest. She watched as the mischievous sprites feast on his unconscious body like children who just got a new toy. They hopped over his back and covered him with crunchy, dead leaves. Some marched around him, singing lively songs only they know, throwing branches onto him as they go.

Lucian grabbed Nolan by the collar. "Who did he say is dead? Not Iris. It’s not Iris, right?!" "My Iris!" A cry of anguish rang out. Grandma collapsed. Chaos erupted near the stage. I wanted to go to her, my eyes burning with urgency, but I was trapped at Lucian’s side, forced to watch him lose his mind. Nolan repeated shakily, "Sir… Madam is dead." "That’s nonsense!" Lucian’s grip tightened, his voice unhinged. "Take me to her! Take me to her!"

For a moment, his eyes swept over her face, then lingered on her eyes almost as if he was trying to read her mind. “There’s truth to the last hunter’s prophecy, but the Lycans are impatient. We tried to make our own champion, but none of the hunters survived the tournament,” Dante said softly. “This time’s different because you showed up on the eve of our mating tournament like it was meant to be.” With a scoff, she shook her head. It was starting to sink in that as the last hunter, the fate of the Empire depended on her. “Lovely.” She bit her lip, trying to swallow the sinking feeling in her gut.

How could a man deny a woman anything when she was crying? “Please, Cass? You’ve always been with me. I don’t want to choose a side against you. Luna is sick, the people are divided. Night Walker or not, Titus Crowley is the only man attempting to bridge that gap. I didn’t know the difference between life in the Inner City and the Slums until I did the concerts. I just want to help make life better for people on Luna. The system is wrong to judge a person’s worth by the credits he can earn or his family’s background, it’s just not right.”

“Why aren’t you fighting back? Haven’t you always been proud? Aren’t you the all-powerful Titus Black? Why aren’t you fighting back?! “Oh. Do you find me pitiful? Are you feeling guilty, so you’re letting me hit you? Are you going to give me away to another man after I’m done? “Who are you going to give me away to next? How many men will it be? That man didn’t manage to r*pe me this time, so are you going to give me away to more men so they succeed?” Titus did not say anything and just hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry…”

She was muttering something. She began to cry, but it didn’t stop him from feeding on her. She wanted to run away from him as he approached. When his paws gripped her legs and tugged her closer, he was enraged at how hard she tried to get away from him. He’d eaten humans before, but they didn’t seem as stubborn as this girl. Titus sunk his sharp teeth into her stomach and started eating her. Titus was unable to release her despite her screams. He was just interested in killing her.

I looked up at Titus and saw his eyes had turned golden and stayed golden. "You're heat started," he says quickly. ---

Titus muttered, his throat suddenly dry. Also, a hornet's nest? More like a lion's pride!