Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, I sprinted towards him, my protective instincts overriding all else. “Maddox, hold on!” I shouted, my voice raw with urgency. Just as I reached Maddox, Damon appeared in a blur of motion, his trident poised for a deadly strike. In a split-second decision, I pushed Maddox out of the way, taking the full brunt of Damon’s attack. The golden trident pierced through my side, a searing pain engulfing me. “Alpha!” Maddox’s voice was filled with horror as he watched me fall to my knees, blood pouring from the wound.

The girls swam towards me and insisted that shift back to human, they took me to shore and that was the last thing I saw be before I blacked out. The kingdom of Maridul (Asher's hometown) (Third person pov) The man from the tavern was walking into the castle of Maridul to report to the palace that the tribreed prince was spotted. He walk into the hall "greetings your highnesses" he said to everyone in the hall where a meeting was been held "what brings you to the castle Sedrid" one of the witches said "your highness please forgive my intrusion but the matter I bring needs to be handled with urgency" sedrid said bowing his head "and what would that be" the head of the werewolves said, "it's a

She pushed past me and went outside. I sighed and carried the drinks. I decided not to get in trouble again for the day. I was mentally exhausted. I just had to make it through this. When they're less distracted, I'll sneak out and escape. I got to the party and people were bustling about. I dropped the tray of drinks and stood in a corner, waiting for the right time to bolt. Immediately, the Three Alphas entered and there were cheers from the pack, especially the girls. I felt the familiar spark of the mate bond. It was pulling me to them.

Perhaps it was what they all wanted after all, to get the sad child of the former alpha out of the pack so they could live the rest of their pathetic lives with a clean conscience. Yes, probably this is what they wanted all along. I won't be going back. With that decision in my head, I pulled out the bottle of water and took a swig at it. It felt good. Although the sun was not burning my skin, it still felt good to have a taste of liquid run down my throat after walking for hours. I ate the dry bread too, using the water to push it down into my stomach. "Perhaps I should have gotten more food supplies than just bread..." I thought as I took another swig of the water to avoid choking.

“It allows some witches to shapeshift. Some became lycans. Others, beasts. We survive by becoming like them or even worse, monsters, depending on what we need to become to survive." He looked up, meeting my eyes. “We only ever wanted to live.” I swallowed hard, struggling to breathe. “So there are more of you?” “Yes,” he said softly. “There are more of us.” I pressed a trembling hand to my chest. “And you… you know what I am?” His expression was soft with a tinge of pride visible in his eyes. “The first Tribrid in all the realms.” A faint smile curved his lips. “Yes, my lady. I know.”

𝑯𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒖𝒑. 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒅, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚.

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.

It was just a feeling I had. My evening gets slower after that. The next morning, I meet with Tristan and discuss how the surveillance is going. My hunger is nearly unbearable by morning. It’s so bad that Tristan has to supervise my feeding because he’s worried I’ll kill the donor. “You’re staying here tonight.” He says as soon as the donor leaves the room. I nod my head bitterly. I hate that I can’t control my hunger. “So what set your hunger off, little brother?” I shrug my shoulders. “I was fine until earlier.”

It was the end of the balance between all the supernatural species. "That's what I thought first, but it's true," my male friend said. His messy dark brown hair was covering his forehead while his muscular hands were around Mia. I could see in his eyes that he was worried and afraid for me, but dude I was more anxious because I was in deep shit. 'Wait, do that mean that I just made a tribrid angry?' My wolf suddenly said which startled me. 'I think so.....' I could not even wrap my head around all this.

My blade was at his throat. "Yield," I ordered. "Never." "Then die." But before I could strike— a flash of silver whipped through the air. A dart. Poison. Aimed for me. Alpha Tristan moved faster than thought. He took the hit. Dropped. "ALPHA TRISTAN!" I caught him. His lips already turning blue. Dante vanished into smoke. My screams ripped the valley apart. Back at camp. Alpha Tristan writhed. "Hold him!" Lydia shouted. "We need more bloodwort!"