50th Hunger Games Tributes Novels & Stories

Tributes dedicate their life to serving Vampiric masters treating it as a great honour. Cora flashes a look at Cornel in minor surprise and a fleeting look of concern once more graces her face. A hint of guilt and a high blush forming on her cheekbones which suggest she’s the reason he’s without his feeder. Vampires tributes stay by their side and often meet dietary and sexual requirements at the same time. Shirking off their companion is usually in relation to love.

"Let's see what the Beast is getting for his charity." I let the shift fall, fighting to keep my eyes downcast, submissive. To suppress the urge to claw his smirking face. The other tribute girls eye me with a mixture of pity and disgust – a wolfless slave, lowest of the low. "Inside." He grabs my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You're first, little one." The inspection tent reeks of fear and humiliation. A raised platform dominates the center, surrounded by mirrors. My heart stutters – mirrors that will reflect any slip in my illusion.

So to cheer her up, I added, "The Fiona I know and love could look stunning even in an oversized shirt." Her innocuous smile vanished under the long scarf she knitted around her neck and we bought got into the vehicle. As the car started, Fiona placed her hands into mine and said. “I heard a majority of this batch of tributes are from the Nightshade pack. If my girl...does come from there, could you be gentle this time around?” "Babe, I am not a rabid beast."

My lips attempted to form another self-accomplished, shit-eating grin, but the muscles in my face refused to comply, and I was stuck somewhere between a constipated smile and a cry for help. Vladislav and Anatoly were still above the podium—or so I thought. I could barely see anything from behind the curtain of blood dancing across my eyes. God, I was so exhausted. But still, I had a chance of destroying Malcom Reece now. I had fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now Vladislav Moroz must fulfill his. The sharp clang of metal snapped me from my thoughts, the loud echo ricocheting through the bloodstained arena. The cage door flew open, and in came fury personified—with a mask.

he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?” “Not yet. I wanted to wait until after the meeting with Leader Bruno and my parents because I wanted to go to them with a solution in place. Or at the very least, some ideas of how to proceed. The ages of the people on COWS runs the gamut, but a lot of them, like my brother Ronan, are too young to remember the last time we went to battle against vampires.” I inform him just as Tasha and Channing arrive with the clothes I asked them to retrieve, and we all start pulling on sweatpants and hoodies in the chilly night

Ean turned to look at her, then roared, "She's not dead! How could she be dead? It's impossible!" The doctor he brought stepped forward, shook his head, and said, "Mr. Smith, I'm sorry, but she's gone. There are no vital signs." At that moment, the gatekeeper hurriedly ran over, "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage was destroyed, but our people have been guarding the main entrance the whole time!" Ean was dumbfounded. If that was the case, it meant that I had entered an operational freezer that day! He roared at everyone around him, "You call this watching over her?"

Elara wondered if her mother had known this day would come. A soft knock sounded at the door. Mira slipped inside without waiting for an answer, carrying a tray with steaming tea and fresh bread. Her dark curls were tied back, eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep or tears—probably both. “Breakfast,” Mira announced, setting the tray down with forced brightness. “You need your strength if you’re going to face those Lycan bastards.” Elara managed a weak smile. “Thank you.” Mira dropped onto the bed beside her, stealing a piece of bread. “The whole pack’s buzzing. Garrick’s calling a formal gathering at midday to announce it officially. ‘Chosen as Tribute’—like it’s some honor instead of a sacrifi

Catching the crowd’s judging, puzzled glances, Erik flushed crimson, scooped Rose into his arms, and bolted out. Leona simply cut her hand, looking utterly unbothered, and let a trickle of blood drip into the ceremonial cup. “One blood, one soul. I, Leona Lombardi, swear to love and respect Stellan Norgaard as my mate and Alpha, to support and obey him until death sets us apart.” She passed the dagger to me, and I cut my palm, dripping blood into the cup as I repeated the oath. “I, Stellan Norgaard, swear to love and respect Leona Lombardi as my mate and Luna, to guide and protect her until death sets us apart.”

Is there another way to satisfy them, to keep my people safe? I reach the healer's den, a small cabin set apart from the main lodge. Inside, the air is warm and thick with the scent of herbs and birthing mothers. Rosemary meets me at the door. "Alpha." She greets me with a respectful nod. "You've come about the tribute?" "Yes," I say, the word bitter on my tongue. "Is she close?" Rosemary nods, her expression carefully neutral. "Any moment now. The mother doesn't know, of course. She'll be told the child was stillborn."

Olivia’s POV Left in this room for a time, with the vampire guards watching but not touching or directing us, the other tributes started to talk and gossip. I overheard Number 4 introducing herself to the other girls, and learned her name was Lucy. She was proud of having such a low number, though, and insisted that a few of the girls address her as such. I imagined, had she deigned to speak to me that she would give me the same direction. Ignoring her, I tried to focus on some of the other girls’ gossip instead. From them, I learned that tonight was a Blood Feast, a ceremony for vampires who would choose and take away their favorite tributes. The highest ranking vampires had priority, picki