50th Hunger Games Tributes Novels & Stories

“Eleanor thinks the easement records and tonight’s inspection will crush it. But it’s a shot they’re taking.” Ava studied the paper. Legalese tried to shout and failed. The words were blunt instruments. She felt the first prickle of fear, then recognized it as focus. “Then we’ll be ready,” she said. “We’ll bring Nina’s photos, Monique’s logs, Naomi’s medals, and Ruth’s cookies.” “Judges like cookies?” Marcus asked, faint smile. “Judges like witnesses,” she said. “Cookies make volunteers.” He folded the notice away. “I’m sorry the map isn’t simpler.”

We head out towards the armored SUV and I start it up. I haven’t seen the rest of the Gammas since my return, and hopefully they’re all not worked up like Levi here. The brides were an unwelcome addition to our peaceful lives, and I know they feel the exact same way as me. We don’t want this but know it would benefit our Alpha. “Section 33 today?” I ask, and watch as Levi reaches for the tablet on the dash. “Six unpaid tributes, three late for the last two months,” he says as he scrolls down the list of our debtors. “Ex Rogue packs.”

"We can't have her making trouble on the way. Roric's guards are not to be messed with." They shoved me roughly into the back seat like a piece of cargo. My consciousness drifted. But I could clearly hear Blake's fawning voice on the phone. "Mr. Silas, the tribute is on its way. Her appearance, her scent… she's a ninety-percent match for the late Luna. The Alpha King will definitely be satisfied." Tribute. In their eyes, that's all I was. A tribute to decide their pack's fate. The city lights blurred past the window, finally stopping in front of a skyscraper that pierced the clouds.

I nodded and led the way back to the main room. While Amphidocus sat and ate, the girls peppered him with questions, mostly wanting to know how the remaining tributes were holding up. I stayed at the back near the exit. Deciding that I should probably make myself busy elsewhere, I turned to leave. I didn’t get very far before I felt someone tug at my elbow.

Now knowing the truth about him made her feel more righteous in her stance, but at least she wasn’t blatantly ignoring her father over it. “Thank you everyone for coming today.” The Alpha addressed the room with a smile. Only a quarter of the pack were invited to be there for the announcement, just the higher ups and their families, the rest recevied his words via mindlink. “As you may have noticed, the fifth contestant to pass the survival trial, Nala Williams, is not here. She sustained injuries which will not be healed in time for the next trial. I am happy to announce that she is awake and healing but has decided to pull out of the Games. However, her place will not be taken by the runne

Behind the lines of warriors, Beta Heimdall was seated on a horse along with two other warriors who were on either side of him. Behind him on foot were the slaves and Omegas which had come with him from Devil Claw Wolfpack. They had the tribute items from our pack arranged and well packed. Behind those slaves were people like me who had been forcefully uprooted from their packs in the name of being presented as tributes. I looked around and noticed I was the only lady among the tributes. I looked behind and saw wooden horse drawn carts which had most of Devil Claw Wolfpack's belongings and utensils and was also used to convey the tributes from my pack land to the dreaded Devil Claw Wolfpack.

The scrying mirrors hummed with judgment: “Look at how she raises that rogue. The pup will be a menace to the territories.” “A shameless mother breeds a shameless daughter. She won't even make her apologize.” “Wait... I am watching the memory-stone. The pup didn't move.” Suddenly, a male in a formal tunic hurried into the room, sweat on his brow. He was a messenger from the inner territories, looking nothing like the production crew. He saw the box on the floor and nearly collapsed. “What... what has happened to the tribute?” he stammered.

“I could have sworn Xavier abolished the tributes.” Mrs. Manson’s mouth pressed into a tight line. She lifted her head and said, “Alpha Xavier wished to abolish it, but the pack members stood strongly against his order. He compromised by reducing the amount of tributes that could be taken. But it seems that they’ve gone against his orders.” She cleared her throat and lifted her head a little higher. “I caught word of orders made yesterday that require each family to tribute a set amount. If they haven’t the money, a human tribute is to be substituted.”

I thought to myself. Moments later, I glanced at Wren with conviction. “Still extends our supports to both the families who accepted or not. Also, we will cut down the tribute f*e by 50% to all the families to ease their situation till the Hacker is caught.” I replied boldly. Wren’s eyes widened with shock but quickly snapped back. The ‘tribute’ f*e is given by every founding family to me as the head of the council to pledge loyalty. Because of this grand gesture, Wren had a satisfied expression on his face.

Once a wolf finds her fire, no trap in the forest can keep her down. "Jordyn’s words have set my blood on fire," the pack-host announced, stepping up to the center of the dais with a wide grin. "Since Ava Hart is also in our midst, why don't we demand a tribute from these two sisters? Will you give us a song of the old wilds?" The hall responded with a deafening howl of approval. The host nodded, looking down at us. "Our Alphas agree. Go prepare your throats while we finish the lesser tributes."