Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

Idris unleashed a surge of golden fire, the flames roaring as they consumed the creature, yet it continued forward, undeterred. Lena gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain in her side as she raised her dagger. Then— The whisper came again. Let me in. Lena gasped, her knees nearly buckling as the Rift’s energy surged through her veins. It wanted her. It needed her. And for the first time— She wasn’t sure if she could fight it. The battle raged around her, but the world was slipping away. Her vision blurred. Her pulse slowed. The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything. And then— Darkness.

Right now, the trident was aimed at Zayn! In their perception, Zayn would die on the spot from being stabbed by the trident. “Oh, no! Sergeant Larson is in danger! Taio is terrifying! All the members of the Insurgent Trifecta at the scene were terrified. In their perception, Zayn was utterly no match for Taio, and Taio’s one punch would go through him like slicing butter with a hot knife. On the other hand, Zayn did not see Poseidon who stood a few hundred feet tall in his mind. Instead, there was only Triton at two meters tall. His presence was powerful indeed but far from enough to punch through Zayn.

It was penance. "Okay," I whispered. "Okay. I'll stay." "Good." He squeezed my hand gently. "You made the right choice." We sat in silence for a moment. I tried to process everything he'd told me. Tried to make it feel real. But then Elder Thaddeus's expression changed. Became more serious. "There's something else you should know." Dread pooled in my stomach. "What?" "Zunter has been very active lately. More active than usual in this region. My contacts tell me they're hunting someone specific. A golden blood descendant with a triple mate bond." He looked at me steadily. "Inka, they're hunting you. And they're getting close."

She was no longer a Trident operative; she was Sarah Miller, a ghost resurrected to haunt the living. Thorne turned to his aide. "Signal the 'Oyster's End.' Tell them the bait is set. And contact our mole on the Cynthia Blue. I want Ethan Hawke exhausted and paranoid by the time he touches French soil. I want him looking for a miracle." Thorne looked back at the holographic map of the Atlantic. "The 'Billionaire's Bride' thinks she’s won a war. She’s about to find out that in the Trident Group, the dead never truly stay buried. They just wait for the right time to pull you down with them."

Both growling, both trying to yank me into their own chest while simultaneously trying to murder each other over my head. “Let go,” I hissed, kicking uselessly. “Never,” they answered in perfect, furious unison. Abigail’s trident was now the size of a ship mast, spinning above her palm like a hurricane. “You want her?” she shouted over the howling wind. “You’ll have to go through me first.” Zaiden’s claws lengthened. “Gladly.” Zyran’s fangs dropped. “With pleasure.” And that was the exact moment I lost my goddamn mind.

She stood up quickly and walked over to the small kitchen counter, her throat feeling like absolute sandpaper. She grabbed a large glass pitcher of water from the small refrigerator and poured it down her throat, practically drinking the entire contents in a desperate bid to quench her burning thirst. She had arrived at her apartment late in the afternoon, utterly exhausted from her brutal training session with Nimrod, and fatigue had claimed her the moment her head hit the pillow.

“So, Hunger is the name of that lizard.” The familiar voice that she dreaded to hear appeared at her side. The man was sporting his signature malicious grin with a sharp pair of eyes. His well-carved eyebrows were slightly raised as if he was mocking her. H-How? On reflex, Cent took a drastic step backward. The distress signal was being sent to her familiar and her Slaughter butterflies. A flock of flesh-eating butterflies gathered around her and Hunger let out a ground-shattering roar – its head turned towards her direction. But all of these did not stop Cent from tripping over, the fall was inevitable for her.

Lynn asked as she pulled Shawna away from the door trying to get through the door. The grenades entered the water and immediately went off blowing up several whales who were near the blast. Blood flew everywhere landing on the deck. Atlas looked at pieces of his whales fall on the deck, in shock. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, HOW DARE YOU HARM THEM. YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR HURTING THEM!” Atlas sneered as he turned to Trixie. A green glowing Trident appeared in his hands and he aimed it at Trixie. Lynn saw the trident and leaped in front of Trixie without thinking, just as green light exploded from the Trident. “LYNN WHAT THE HELL!” Ji'lahni yelled as she pushed Lynn behind her and a shield form in he

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.