Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

Only the triad. Only surrender.

“So this is how you treat our mate? Like a live-in maid?” His gaze swept the mess, the dishes, the trash, the chaos...with open contempt. Cessy stormed out, pouting. “Why aren’t you moving?! I said make me food!” Then her eyes went wide. “Oh my God! The Triplets?!” “Don’t touch her,” Zane said, voice like ice. Hunter moved beside him. “Inka is our mate. She’s coming with us. Today. Right now.” Dad tried again. “You can’t just—”

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.

Lord Kys chuckled to himself, he was confident of their survival. “This is it,” Tristan asked as they paused before an archway, littered with thorns and roses. Lord Kys nodded. Trix inhaled deeply. If she was going to die, she would go down with a fight. Also she had gotten away with worse, well not worse but potentially locked away in jail for a good while. She ran her hands through her hair and tried to channel the adrenaline junkie who stole her school’s rival’s trophy from a well guarded corridor of football players.

Alessandro set me down in the center of the room, my legs still quite unsteady. His hands didn't leave my waist even as he stepped back to stare at me. His eyes were dark with desire. "What?" I mouthed as his eyes were raking hungrily over me, somewhat slowly. It was the same deep seated hunger that I had witnessed at the bar two weeks ago. He circled around me like a predator assessing its prey, and I stood frozen, unsure what to do or say. Then he finally came to a stop in front of me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from his sexy body.