Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I’m under the impression that’s not actually how these things go, but Ben looks grave, and Trinity drops her fork on the table with a clang. “To the death?” Trinity asks, paling significantly. “If it comes to that,” Maddox replies. “Two males… alpha males, all things considered, likely wouldn’t back out of a fight with stakes this high.” “But–” Trinity rises from her chair, wringing her hands. I stand as well, concern flooding through me as I see panic flash behind her eyes. I’ve never seen Trinity like this before. She’s frantic. “Trinity–” “I don’t feel well. This heat is getting to my head. I’m going to go lay down–” she rushes away, her chair falling over in her haste to get out of the r

The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils. Our team, consisting of Aret, Nova, Horia, and myself, Jannah, had trained for years to reach this point, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality of the Hunger Games. The very mention of its name sent shivers down our spines, and we knew that survival in this brutal contest would demand everything we had. Our surroundings were dense with towering trees and exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the shadowy undergrowth. The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding.

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

With intestines dangling and blood dripping, she flew into the darkness. A few blocks away from the building a young gorgeous lady is waiting for her bus ride back home. She sat by the bench underneath a semi-parabolic dome listening to Spotify. Engrossed in what she is doing, the lady is unaware of the creature silently flying above her. Smelling the scent of fresh teenage blood, Sarah ejected her long pointed tongue that punctured the synthetic dome and hit her prey on her nape. She then commenced sucking her blood as the victim struggled to set herself free. This time the girl was ready. With a sharp hunting knife in hand, she slashed at the tongue which caused it to be disengaged from he

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.

It scared them. I caught Layla taking glances at me and grinned secretly. She knew I did that. “Do you still want to eat it?” Tristan asked me. I nodded, even though I am still full right now because I sucked all the deer’s blood. But Layla is starving. She hasn’t eaten for almost 3 days in a row because of me.

“Be ready for a date soon. It might be unconventional, but I have a feeling it’ll work out.” Theron stared at his half-eaten cake, his appetite fading. Finding a mate was always going to be a challenge, but he hadn’t realized how steep it would be. When his parents and their third died in a forest fire, he hadn’t fully grasped the weight of leading an Alpha triad. All he knew was that his parents had expected him to step up, and he’d do whatever it took to hold the pack together even if it meant looking beyond their ranks for their missing piece.

I'm furious “ What is the meaning of this? You took me to this place without my permission and now you want to restrict my movement. Alpha or whatever you are called, it can't happen” He stood up and threw the plate of food to the ground and lunch towards me. He began strangling me, I couldn't breathe “ How dare you talk to me like that. Am the alpha and you have to respect me.” I tried to push him but he was too strong. I began to lose consciousness

But I doubt it. Dragus roars to begin, and I stand still as she circles me. I keep my eyes forward, not being intimidated, feeling the vibrations of her every step, knowing where she is weak and I will exploit it. I wait patiently as I hear murmurs from the crowd. Some asking why I’m not moving, some saying I must be scared. I chuckle at that as I hear her getting closer to me. I turn fast and throw the trident, and it impales her into the wall. The crowd goes quiet.