Wiress Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She looks like a goddess. “I’ve gotten better,” I whisper. Nyxara’s sigh brushes through my mind. “Every time I think you’ve burned out that inconvenient spark of humanity, you find a new one to feed it. You’re tiresome, little wolf.” “Then stop watching.” “Oh, but I can’t. You’re mine. And she…” A pause. A smile hidden behind the words. “She shouldn’t exist in my Game. She feels wrong, doesn’t she? Like she doesn’t belong to the pattern.”

What if they ended up tearing my body apart? "Alistair, Isadore. It hurts." It wasn’t until I complained my wrists hurt that the two of them returned to their senses and tried to pull their hands away. But even that had its own episode. None wanted to be the first to let go. "Let go," Alistair said. "It would be better if Your Highness removed your hand beforehand." Isadore also didn’t give in. What are you both doing, acting so childishly? Do they think that this is some kind of competition?

Annaliese can smell them but can't see them. Werewolves who do not belong in the pack. Cresent growls at them trying to scare them. "Don't growl at me bitch". This just angers Cresent more as she snaps her teeth at them. All of a sudden, something is thrown on Cresent. It burns, it smells horridly. Silver. "Don't worry, you won't die. It's mostly water, only a small quantity of silver was in it". Annaliese feels Kieran trying to push through the mind link. Cresent howls in pain then whimpers as they succumb to darkness.

Sure enough, Vincent Russo's eyes were clouded, and he rushed up without a word. By the end, Liora Archer was almost hopeless, numb to the inhuman torture and pain. Vincent Russo shamelessly possessed her again and again, and her whole body was covered with bruises. Vincent Russo threw her nothing but smelly, stale rice that dogs wouldn't eat. At first, she refused, but after being hungry for two days, she finally couldn't resist eating. The disgusting stench made her throw up after just one bite. Finally, as Vincent Russo was riding on her for the first time I don't know how many times, suddenly the door of the warehouse was opened and a large crowd rushed in from outside.

Venus's POV He is pointing at Marissa! He is freaking pointing at Marissa who is reading a book that's in her right hand and a steak in her left hand. And yes, she is eating the steak with no cutlery. Straight from her hand. "She can't be your mate," I tell Theo even though I know very well that she can be. She is a werewolf. She belongs to a pack.. she is not a Rogue, I mean. And she is a girl.

She prayed to God to not let anyone in the high council to pick her as a sex pet. And if Kiara was to choose out of being a food source, pet or slave, she would opt in to work as a slave to the vampires or werewolves. At least she wouldn't have to walk around naked or donate her blood to the blood factory. They haven't heard about Zendaya which makes Kiara feel guilty for what happened to her and she hoped that Darius didn't kill her that day. Jasmine didn't come around to clean up her wound which made her feel dirty coupled with the fact that they didn't give the prisoners any chance of a good bathe or even good food. And Kiara haven't tasted anything good since she got here. Her inmates ha

"If that's what I think it is, we might finally catch a break." "What is it?" "Truck stop. Payphones, if we're lucky. A car we don't have to hot-wire, if we're luckier." Exhaustion had crept fully into his voice now, cracking through the control he'd held onto since the riot started. "Not much. But it's the first real shot we've had in hours."

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

Adelina's soft voice echoes. My heart fills with relief and I open the door. She has a movie playing on her laptop, horror I think, and a bag of snacks slung over her shoulder. "Duty calls," she chirps before plopping on the bed. Adelina is already sprawled out on my bed, her laptop propped up on a pillow, and a bag of chips in her lap. The horror movie's playing, but she's more focused on her snacks than the actual plot. I sit beside her, glancing at the screen as a suspenseful scene builds up, but my attention keeps drifting back to Adelina and her never-ending supply of junk food.

Wiggy interrupted. The girl nodded enthusiastically, with her small body slipping easily into the gaps between the wooden fences. She followed Wiggy and sneaked past the back of the tents until they finally reached the warehouse tent that Wiggy was cleaning. Lillian looked around, the items in the warehouse were already neatly arranged, but it was clear that the task was far from over because the room was still full of dust.