Twill Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Willow could not take it anymore as she started to vomit inside the cell. "Come on Willow, do not draw attention to us. It is okay if you do not want to eat it. Just know that you might die of hunger before these creepy people spot you" he advised and continued chewing. He wanted to puke as he covered his mouth, closed his eyes, and forced himself to chew on. "You want is to turn to cannibals!" Her face was green now as she became sick. She was sweating profusely and was feeling hot too. She could not bear the rotten odour she was perceiving.

~. VELIA.~ "I bring this meeting to a close." I said leaving the council hall with my maids trailing behind. "Your Highness, today is the Grand Finale of the Hunger Games, would you like to watch it?" one of my maids asked and I nodded, handing her the documents I was holding. "Yes, so please prepare a seat for me at the projection site." She nodded, walking away with the other maids. Today had just begun and I was already exhausted, as I walked through the hallway I spotted a blonde-haired male with green streaks talking to the council members.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

After some time, she fell asleep because of how worn out she was. The next morning, Willow sat in the kitchen eating cereal and drinking milk. Luke had moved all the blood out of the refrigerator and replaced it with human food, which she was thankful for. Wes walked in dressed in black jeans, shoes, and a grey hoodie that complimented his eyes. He would stand out in any crowd. "We're going to your college library," he said. "Why?" "Because it is owned by Cayman Hill, your friend's father. I am somewhat acquainted with him. Cayman Hill knows about the existence of the supernatural world. There is a higher chance for us to find something related to the herbs there than at the public library."

Jean-Pierre asked as he started to sort the items from the basket. “My name is Willow. I need some food items.” She told Jean-Pierre, and he helped her to pick out the items she needed. Willow carried the items in her basket. Out onto the walkway, she went to head home. The day was growing late, and Willow didn’t want to be out after dark. As she moved down the walk, she smiled. Jean-Pierre, she was sure, had to be Falling Feather reborn.

WILLOW’S POV Finally, one good thing has happened to me today. I’ve been able to make it in time for lunch. The events of the day have been on a downward spiral ever since I woke up this morning. My life is in such great chaos right now, I wonder how it’s even possible for me to feel hungry. My heart skips a beat each time I think about what awaits me when Alpha Killian finally summons me to announce my punishment for all the things I've done to him today.

He personally designed a series of difficult challenges, declaring that whoever passed them would earn the right to meet me. Of course, the final decision on who became my fiancé would be mine. As soon as the news spread, countless brave and handsome werewolf warriors came to our pack to take on the challenge. A month later, the Twilight pack saw a decline in their influence without the help of the Bloodmoon pack. No one wanted to trade with them, and they had nothing valuable to offer. They quickly fell into an economic crisis. Many werewolves left the Twilight pack. The size of the pack shrank to the point where the werewolves could barely even afford to eat.

THALRION I watch in distance as Willow’s figure disappeared into the shadows of the school hall, the scent of dark magic and deceit she carried on her like an intoxicating perfume. Always thinking they're the smartest in the room, believing every other person beneath them. Fools. If only she knew....but two can play the game. I'd keep acting a fool just to get what I need; there's no point pointing out her exaggerated assumptions, not now. She is wrong on so many levels but on one thing, she is right-I do want more is Evelessa