Twill Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Twyla slammed both of her hands onto the top of my desk, leaning her face close to mine. “It is nothing but a media stunt!” Twyla shouted, her breath smelling of sweet wine. “Silas Winslow is an old fool. She is the exact same pathetic, crying little slave who used to serve you hot tea in this house. She is absolutely nothing. I am your chosen mate, Torin. I am the one who is bringing the massive Vanguard army to your father’s front gates.”

She sprinted into the woods, her bare feet bleeding, her clothes torn. Branches whipped her face, rain blinded her, but she didn’t stop. She couldn't. Freedom was just ahead. She could feel it. Taste it. --- But Mason was faster. He tackled her from behind, slamming her into the ground. Claire screamed, thrashing wildly. Mason’s hand closed around her throat, squeezing. "You stupid little—" he hissed. Claire clawed at his arm, desperate. Black spots danced in her vision. She couldn’t breathe.

The morning air was heavy with the scent of ash and blood. Elior stood at the edge of the abandoned watchtower, his gaze sweeping over the distant ruins of the battlefield they had barely escaped. Sienna had won the night, but the war was far from over. Behind him, the remnants of their forces gathered in small clusters, tending to wounds, sharpening blades, and murmuring in hushed tones. The revelation of Rael’s true identity still lingered in the air like a thundercloud, unspoken yet undeniable.

She touched Leah's stomach lovingly. Leah felt her stomach twist and turn and she stared at Victoria looking at how elated she was thinking of a child which wasn't actually hers. She knew the truth would crush her to find out. The woman might be prissy but she was also just a woman desperate for a child. Now she(Leah),who was supposed to be the bringer of light to the household, was already becoming a storm. Leah sat at the dining table, staring at the feast before her. Roast turkey glistened with glaze, fluffy mash potatoes, steamed vegetables and a glass of sparkly grape juice at the center. Victoria really went all out.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

He tried to salvage the aftermath of his outburst but Willow was not having it. "If I stay here any longer, I will definitely have to take it up with HR." She said humorlessly. "I gotta go." "Are you going to let all this food go to waste?" Knox used the card that he knew wouldn't fail. Willow had spent four years before she met him nitpicking on every penny to keep her mother in a facility and taking care of herself and her grandmother, who was her guardian till she came of age. Her grandmother died soon after she turned nineteen and that had completely isolated her in this world. So Willow knew the value of food as much as she did of family. She would not disrespect it.

I want to find the remaining hunters and live in peace. Finally, it is time to visit Tru again. I grab a bag of snacks for her, since I know she's likely low after the past few weeks, and fly to her as fast as I can. When I arrive, I visit Willow. We briefly talk about Tru’s progress. “She faced her first trial,” Willow explains triumphantly. “How did she do?” I asked. Willow seems proud, “Better than expected.” Willow motions with her vines, “Go. She has earned a day to rest.”

I demand, looking at him blankly and surprisingly enough, he does so and disappears into a portal of mist, likely heading to the kids and Gianna. I approach Willow, bending down beside her and looking in her looking in her tired, scared, bright green eyes. I try to keep it steady and calm her nerves by reaching to her hand and touch her, but she pulls away quickly and looks the other direction. “It had to be done,” I say, shaking my head at her demise. She shakes her head back and forth over and over, tears spills down her face, hands clinging to her neck as the venom flows painfully through her veins, her blood getting thin and muscles tightening in change.

Willow yearned for the freedom she once had, the simplicity of life before the tangled web of politics and power engulfed her. As the days turned into weeks, Willow began to witness the true nature of Alpha Killian's rule. The whispers she had heard from the maidens were not unfounded. His reputation as a ruthless alpha became clearer with each passing moment. The once-charming facade began to crumble, revealing a darker and more sinister side.