It's all just a game, right? Lives on the line, pain and suffering every day, loss, blurry pasts and uncertain futures. Just a seemingly endless game. Will wasn't sure just how he got here, why he was chosen to be part of this insane challenge, but he didn't have a choice. Kill or be killed. No one gets a say in this, the one and only option is to play till you die or till you win.
MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING!
Violence and gore throughout, character death, suicidal implications, depictions of self-harm, brief implied sexual harassment, fighting
πππ πππ πππππππ πππ ππ πππ ππππ πππππππ ππππ!
Drink, dance and let the blood flow from glass to glass. The hunt has begun. Who will let the Forsaken blood spill into the fire? Who will be crowned as Host and victor of ever burning flame?
These questions burn hot when three new players join the game. Especially when it comes to their mutual ties to the death of a beloved monarch. Will their mutual hatred cease in the fit of survival, or will it consume them and let the same blood spill as it did a year ago?
πππππ is everything they want themself to be. Noble, Honourable. They make their Papi proud with each move they make. The invitation to this year's hunt is everything they've ever wanted... yet something still feels wrong.
πππππππ is a revolutionary. A modern day saviour. The terror to destroy Europa. How the names pile on. She doesn't have time to worry about her loving titles when she has a city to protect. The invitation to the hunt only causes more chaos in her world made of it.
π πππππππ is the perfect Forsaken. He lets them shapeshift him as they see fit. He speaks the words they want. He allows for them to take away his sister, his friends, his humanity. How long it takes for such docility to turn into bloodshed, only the hunt may know.
βΈ Now a completed first draft
βΈ Romantasy (or Dystopiance?)
βΈ Dystopia
βΈ Magical powers
βΈ Love triangle
βΈ Hunger Games/Caravel vibes
βΈ Plot twist
βΈ Morally grey characters
βΈ Fight scenes