Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The rich food mingled with the exotic scents had been rich and tiring. They had thought they caught the scent of their mates but they weren't able to find them in the crowds. It was a faint smell, lingering around corners and against tables. That, mixed with the hundreds of other bodies mingling around, made it impossible to track the men in question. It was the game of the Hunt. The days leading up to the Hunt were spent trying to figure out who your mate was, or even if you had a mate there, while the hunt itself was spent evading him for the sake of the chase. Or, in the case of Kate, for the sake of winning. Despite the excitement of the festivities, she was still determined to go home a

Hatred! He smiled. Taking proper glances at the triumphant looks displayed on Eli,Liliana,Beaumont,Mirabelle, and Dahlia. He staggered towards them with an hopeless countenance. He aimed for Eli but Dahlia stood against him. He studied the disgusting face she had put on and the Black stake in her hand. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Is this how he was going to die?,the powerful man to which people bowed to. To die without fulfilling his wish in becoming a completing Tribrid,without avenging Greece!. He was a failure, he concluded.

"Good evening, everyone. Thank you for joining us for the Luna Games. I feel immense honor that you all would sacrifice your lives to have a chance to stand by my side. The White Crescent Pack is forever growing and progressing, and we're in dire need of a Luna and an heir. One of you will lead beside me, and we'll create a better tomorrow. May the Moon Goddess watch over you, and keep you safe." My eyes scanned the crowd as the large timer on the projector screen behind me counted down from ten. My eyes widened when they landed on Alexus conspicuously tucked in amongst the horde of women. "NO!" I shouted right as the clock struck midnight." My eyes dilated, and I felt as if the sea of women

I froze as my breath rose when I saw Trent, standing in annoyance; his face was filled with anger and focus. "You bastard! How dare you? Who sent you?" He screamed with a cold voice as he grabbed one of the kidnappers but the collar and threw him to the ground, swiftly kicking him in the inside. The second kidnapper tried to run, but Trent intercepted him and landed a punch on his guy that sent him sprawling on the ground. I watched; my heart raced as he took on both men; his movements were precise and relentless.

“We’re afraid you already have. The Hunger's influence—subtle, yes, but detected in your resonance spikes. It feeds on escalation, and your bond... amplifies it.” The Hunger’s attention sharpened then—not excitement, but approval, a ripple beneath my ribs like a lover's hand trailing lower, probing for yield. This was its design—not direct assault, but orchestration through others' fears, widening fractures between authority and trust, forcing choices that fed its inevitability.

You have five more seconds to make your choice, or you die. Trent's face paled with fear. He hurriedly pleaded, "Can't we discuss that? I'll pay as long as the two of us get to live!" "Five, four, three—" Henry ignored his pleas, counting down calmly. At that point, both Trent and Spike were terrified. The Trumans stood by in stunned silence, torn between the satisfaction of seeing their enemies suffer and anxiety about what the future might hold. Finally, in desperation, Trent pointed at Spike and shouted, "Him! Kill him!"

ORION'S POV I stared at the food that had been served by the chef, unable to eat. I was hungry but the food didn't appeal to me at that moment. I was famished, but the food looked like sawdust to me, my system wasn't only rejecting the food, even my tongue was. What had Tristan just done in the pack circle? How had he done it so easily? How had he made the people who were once calm and listening turn into vile creatures,to turn into people that I didn't even recognize.

An added danger, an uncertainty, for it was officially the start of the third trial of the Alpha Games. A buzz carried over her skin as she got to her feet and peered around. The scenery was much the same no matter where she looked, but there was one small difference to her left. Michael was sat on a tree stump, his eyes on her as she surveyed the surroundings. Before she could say anything to him her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before and was quick to dig into her supplies and grab two cans of beans. When she handed one to him, he hesitated and brushed the remaining smudge of mud from her cheek, a small smile on his lips. Maddie blinked. There was still sleep still

“No collars. No boxes. You get names. Beds.” He looks down at himself. “I want that.” The crown burns. Seven grounds. Seven vessels. One crown. He’s the last piece. Bind him, and it’s done. The Tree gets its set. And I don’t know what the Tree does with done. Draven presses against my leg. Not a command. An anchor. Choose. Moira laughs, soft. “Oh, Mother. He’s right. I’m Hunger. Without a stomach, I eat everything. Eventually. Even you.”

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