50th Hunger Games Tributes Novels & Stories

He lent me a pencil once. “Next up is Angela Landsbury! All the best Angela!” My blood freezes. Not Angela! I had been so absorbed in my worries that I had forgotten that Angela is a wolfless omega too. “And our third tribute is Hope Summers!” My chest deflates and I close my eyes. I do not know how to feel right now. The principal’s squeaky voice drones on and on about the history of the games and the next venue. All this time, Blake does not let go of me. His grip remains firm.

"And I'll savor every moment of the revelation." "Then we're both getting something out of this arrangement." Velis paused, eyebrows lifting in genuine surprise. Around them, the guards shifted uncomfortably—they'd clearly expected begging or screaming, not this calm acceptance of fate. "Such defiance. It's almost... refreshing. Most tributes are broken long before they reach my attention." "Maybe your other tributes lacked proper motivation." "And what motivates you, little prince? Duty? Honor? The desperate hope that someone might rescue you?" Velis moved with the controlled grace of a predator who knew the kill was inevitable—there one instant, close enough to touch the next.

Chase always asked me where i get all this weird references from and i educate him about another region called earth, where i once travelled to with my Momand i got lots of soveniers from there. i heard the rustling of the bushes around me and i took my fighting stance when a white bunny came out, it looked so adorable that i almost did not want to kill it. keyword being almost. “fuck it” i said after contemplating and dashed towards the poor prey, within seconds my throat was tingling with pleasure as i drained the blood out of the bunny, once i was done i looked at the bunny that now looks mummified and could’nt help but feel a tinge of pity.

His face says whatever Elijah was planning was the best course of action for us to take. “I got news from Jace. They found another body on the border of Salvatore Hills.” “The fifth tribute?” I inquired, chills spiraling down my spine. Henry nodded.

Behind them, the Sanctuary of Last Light sealed itself once more, its ancient stones holding secrets for the next generation of desperate heroes. The village appeared through morning mist like a scene from a nightmare. Buildings burned. Bodies lay in the streets—some moving, some horrifically still. And at the center of it all stood a young man Lerder recognized from the peace summit. His name was Tobias, a talented metalworker who'd argued passionately for unity between tribes. Now his eyes were solid silver, and his hands dripped with blood that wasn't his own. "Welcome!" Tobias's voice was wrong—too many tones, speaking in perfect synchronization. "We've been expecting you. Well, not YOU

he said decidedly, a wicked little twinkle in his eye. “I nominate the Jura Pack as tribute,” my voice sounding so reedy and thin compared to the rich bass of Berlarot. “Yes my Queen. It will take some days to enact but trust in me.” Every word made me cling to the fountain. Austin and Zaw stood together, propping each other up as the ominous sounds of cracking came from behind. Tribute taken Berlarot waited, his oozing black form constantly rolling and turning, a huge mound of pure venom that I could barely bring myself to look at.

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“

The pronouncer continues, "1 nation, 26 Districts, 26 industries, 1 competition, 130 tributes, 5 tributes each district and only 1 district will win. For the final round, All 130 tributes will be sent to the Word Arena for a month." Everyone was in a commotion. Token and Ulap shouted and protested. Keithwarth can't utter any word while Vani, talks to me. "A month? For sure this will be exciting. We'll be together." All his words were clear to me. "The five of us." The five of us, not the both of us. That's... somehow good. I am not expecting anything from him. "There are hidden cameras inside the arena and everything will be televised. That is why there are what we called Bidders watching yo

“Do you know who she is?” “A newbie, Commander. Someone Mia brought to the party.” Evander glanced around until he found Mia. Unlike the boy, she didn’t back down or cower. Instead, she walked away like it was nothing going on. “Listen up.” He pointed to me. “She is the tribute. Anyone seen with their hands on her will die.” Without hesitation, Evander picked the boy up, and in a quick motion, he twisted his head. All I heard was his neck snap and everyone gasped. Brad was dead. And Evander was dragging me to his car.

“Like a true Warrior. Our Warrior. And of course, our beautiful Luna.” Tori now blushing but smiling. Hyde and I both quick to get dress. Our need for a quick meal rising. Both of us knowing that Tori would need it if he wanted to win against the other five challengers within the games.