Trident Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Both Sicily and Americans were joining in for this to take off Milan. In addition to that, we have the Black Hunter as a backup. The Black Hunter has been messing with the shipments, stealing shipments occasionally. Twisting around in my head uneasily was how I was going to break it to her brother that I killed his sister because I thought she was a rat in the mafia and have been living to regret it ever since. Oh yeah, it works out if I just told him “yeah, killed your sister because she was a rat and now, I sleep in her room and vest her grave twice every single day.” Yeah, they would not freak out at all.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

She faces me once again, "Please, accept my apologies. It seems we were misled into thinking the Esposito's were only at war with the Irishmen. Once my Uncle Alek-" I watch in slow motion as Trent takes the hunters knife from the inside of his left boot and in one swift motion he slits her delicate throat. "NO!!! You bastard!!" I scream, shielding Sandros head as I watch the young girl clutch her throat with shock written all over her face. Within seconds, her clothing is saturated with her bright scarlet blood and falls to the ground as she chokes to death on her own blood. Trent wipes his blood-stained knife across the leg of his pants and tucks the hunter's knife back into his boot.

It was at that moment that I reminded myself that I am not just a helpless witch that landed in their pack. I am a tribrid, a strong and powerful creature . I am one of a kind and an apex predator. The serpent woman wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to have me come to assassinate the great hellhound alpha if I was not capable of the task. I am the best hunter that ever did it. I am what Nicki Minaj would call a boss*ss b*tch .

I raise a brow and give him a smug smirk, “Like you?” He slows slightly, seeming to remember what Addie did, and a dangerous grin forms on his face, “Exactly, my queen.” He sits himself deep inside me before pulling out to the tip, “like me,” he says, before slamming back into me, causing my eyes to roll, and a long, drawn-out moan to slip past my lips. “It looks like both of us need to start watching our backs.” His fangs sink into the base of my neck, and he takes a few greedy mouthfuls of my blood before pulling away, a river of crimson dripping from his lips. “You taste fucking divine, my little tribrid.”

My parents were a part of a Triad that were the only ones that had a single Triad baby that lived. I have two sisters, Emerald age seventeen and Nephrite age sixteen, and one brother, Zircon age twelve. I was the only true Triad child of all three of our parents. “Sapphire. We are not trying to make you do something that you don’t want to do, but if you want to find your mate this is something you will have to do. The High Priestess and Dravo Darkfang will be going with you and Maxia Voltage and a few knights. We do hope that you will go with them and find where you are needed and belong,” Alpha Logan said as Luna Morgan came up to me and embraced me softly.

Will heard the commotion before he was close enough to see and by the pungent scent of iron in the air, he knew he was running head-on into a bloodbath. The first sight that met his eyes was a hunter on the back of a brown wolf and a silver rope wrapped around its neck, by the looks of it, she was quickly losing consciousness. Will didn’t blink when he sprang from the ground and knocked the hunter off, the sound of bones shattering when his weight came down on the man only made him thirsty for blood.

Trent growled. Zendaya just smiled wider, her blackened teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Then she raised her hands and began chanting in a language that made his ears hurt just hearing it. Then suddenly, he began to feel pain, accompanied by the sharp sound of his ribs cracking. Trent gasped as pain consumed his chest, feeling like his bones were being crushed from the inside. He fell to one knee, struggling to breathe through the agony. Another crack and it was his spine this time. Pain like he had never experienced before radiated through his entire body. She was breaking him apart piece by piece with nothing but words.

“AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!” A different energy rippled through me, as I broke Lucifer’s trident, which fell on the floor powerlessly. It vanished as I rose with black smog, hazing down my eyes as I stared at the horrified glances at him and his agent’s face. “I-Is this even possible?” he stuttered. “No one has ever broken my trident as it was gifted by the Death Goddess herself!” The black fog swooned the air, as my steps paced smoothly at him. “How.Dare.You.”

After a few tense moments, he spoke, breaking the silence with calm certainty. “It makes sense,” he said, his gaze sweeping the group. Every eye in the room fixed on him, waiting. “He is the goddess warrior’s tiger—the bearer of arms destined to propel her into battle when the time comes. The trident would naturally respond to him.” A ripple of astonishment passed through the team. Even Cara and Marcus exchanged glances, the disbelief in their expressions tempered by the logic of Fyfe’s words. Kaplan felt a shiver run down his spine, part fear, part awe, as the truth of his connection to the trident—and to something far larger than himself—settled in.