Victor's Village Hunger Games Novelas e Histórias

It was the hunger sitting in the middle of the room. "I have to feed him," Victor rasped, his eyes turning toward the window, looking out over the valley where the leaderless, feral wolves were still prowling the glass woods. "I have to find him fuel. If I don't give him something else to eat... he’s going to start with you." Elodie looked at Malakai, then at the heavy weight of Victor’s hand on her arm. The boy let out a small, hungry whimper, his gaze locking onto Victor’s chest, where the Alpha’s heart beat with a power that could light a city.

The other turned to run, but Victor surged forward and broke his spine before his scream left his lungs. I didn’t stop to savor it. I didn’t need to. There would be more. We torched the tower and moved on. The second outpost fought back. Six of them. Snarling. Armed with rusted blades and mismatched armor. Desperate. Vicious. They came at us in a rush. And we broke them. Victor went low, tearing through ankles and hamstrings. Rylan twisted behind two and drove twin daggers into their kidneys. I met the biggest one head-on, grabbed his jaw as he shifted mid-lunge - and ripped it clean off.

A shiver shoots up my spine because I know what’s coming next. “Start from the beginning, unless you want to end up like Viktor,” Kai says, and I see Ilya swallow hard. “Please, Kai, I didn't want any part of what Vanya did! You have to believe me! I wanted to come to you, but Viktor’s life was threatened. In the end, my siblings killed him anyway! Please, you have to believe me!” Ilya cries out, but then my brother plunges a silver dagger into his side and he screams out in pain.

"What would anyone want to meet me?" "Because of my prophecy," Victor says as he opens the door to his cottage and we step out into the bright sun. Shielding my eyes from the sunlight that is beating down on us I take a better look at the village in the daylight. The streets are busy with wolves running from one shop to the next. Shopkeepers are sweeping their front steps clean while greeting those that pass by. If it were not for the stench of decay that hangs in the air I would have never guessed that this is a village full of rogues. It looks as if it could be one of the outlying villages in the Kingdom. Victor tugs me gently with my arm looped in his own as we walk away from the mai

She took her into her arms and deepened the kiss. One was a kiss with the flavor of ginseng chicken soup. Outside the door, Victor had not left yet. He saw all of this in the dark! "Humph!" Victor sneered and clenched his fists. Stinky brat, you even dared to touch his people! It doesn't matter, let him be proud for a while... When the matter of energy source is over, he will end this stinky brat's life! Let him go to heaven to meet the King of Hell!

"I know you're close to surrender, sin. Tomorrow's video better be filthy. Thighs wide, fingers deep, begging my name while you shatter loud and messy. Or I'll hunt you down myself and take what's already mine." I slide down the door until I'm sitting on the floor. My knees fell open. The words feel familiar in a way I keep not examining, the specific weight of them, the certainty, smoke and heat and something that sounds like a growl from somewhere deep and old. I press the back of my head against the wood and breathe. Victor is offering a year. A way to prove to Aunt Dolores that men aren't monsters and love isn't stupid! An escape from this uncomfortable situation she's trying to get me i

My life before I was captured by Victor was something that I had tried not to think about, it wasn't like I had a good life, in fact, my life got a bit better after Victor had captured me. “I was nothing. Less than nothing. I remember that I had always been alone, I didn't know why my parents were, nor do I have any memories of when I was a child. I don’t know if I was born in the streets or if I ended up there, but I know that I grew up starving. I used to eat grass to survive. Once, I even drank my urine because of how dehydrated I was and no one wanted to spare me a little bit of water. People don’t help you when you’re a child on the streets. They use you. They break you. And when you’re

“This isn’t a game, Victor. Tell us now, or I swear—...” “Or you’ll what?” Victor interrupts, his voice cool and mocking. “Kill me? Torture me? Go ahead, Octavius. I’ll bleed for you if that’s what you need to feel like a big, strong Alpha. But the only thing you’ll accomplish is ensuring you’ll never find her...”

The war had begun—silent, but palpable. Then his eyes fell on Victoria's neck. And Jackson's. The marks were there, clear. Hickeys. Ellijah's blood boiled. He clenched his fists under the table, keeping his face serene. Victoria... the same pure and innocent girl from high school... now marked as territory. A blatant provocation. In his mind, the thought was cruel, poisonous: One day, I will make her my doll. Whatever it takes. Jackson, attentive to every detail, noticed the focus of his gaze. A slow, cold smile curved his lips.

I stopped and stared at him, indecisive. "Davon, are you coming or what? Duty first. Our people need us," Victor said, and with a heavy heart, I turned away from Alfred and followed my brother. Everything happens for a reason. I will call Mia later and explain to her. In Stanton Village, we entered an abandoned resident and saw one of our kind chained on the wall from his neck down to his feet. He was covered with burns and bruises, and his heart was pulled out from his chest. "Silver chains. This is what humans do. They all thought we were animals!" Victor growled.