68th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Then a noise fills my head so heavy that it makes my heart pound. Footsteps. Each step is slow and measured, as if it is mocking the pain that I know I will never be able to draw myself out of. I drag myself upright, chest heaving, vision swimming as the ruins of the arena settle around me. The nightmares have scattered, dissolving into ash and smoke. The Game is tearing itself apart. The walls are collapsing, the sky is bleeding light and shadow in equal measure. And standing at the center of it all is her. Aria.

LUKAS I left my mate with the hands of those two hunters but I was listening to their conversation. I heard everything and I knew those people are her dad warriors. I saw her walking toward me, like a queen she is “ those people were your dad strongest warriors” she looked at me like she was asking how do i know I didn't wait for her to ask “ I have seen them with your dad before he died.” she just nod her head but i know a lot is running through her mind

If any of them think I'll go down easy… they've got another thing coming. When we crest the next hill, I see it. The Killground Holding Center sprawls below in a muddy clearing surrounded by sharpened pikes. Smoke curls from watchtowers. Cages rattle in neat rows full of doomed souls. Men in iron masks patrol the gates with spears longer than I am tall. Savage surrender, they call the Games. As if a girl like me would ever surrender. I bare my teeth one last time, pressing my forehead to the bars as we roll toward the gaping maw of the holding center.

"Why Isabella?" Callum leaned forward. "What draws you to Chloe?" Isabella's gaze swept over her ancient clansmen. A thousand years of immortality had left them desperate for entertainment, and The Games, well, perhaps second only to the annual Bloodlust Gala, provided rare excitement. "There's something in her eyes," she replied. "A warrior's spirit." Callum smirked. "She won't survive the first round." All eyes turned to the massive screen displaying the contestants.

Chapter 8 Scarlett POV “Alpha Scarlett!!!” The sound of one of my guards jolts me awake. “Alpha, patrols have picked up those unrecognizable scents again, this time along the southern border. There are two trackers heading out right now to follow the scent.” I look at the clock and see it’s 3:00 in the morning. “How many different scents were picked up?” I ask, jumping out of bed and grabbing a pair of yoga pants.

GAME 36: Birthday If Tita Ingrid hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have remembered that day was approaching. Actually, there's still a month before that day. But like in the past, I'm not happy about the approaching birthday. For years, I trembled in fear and preferred to be alone on that day. Because all the horrible memories would come flooding back furiously… and vividly. It's as if, on that day, it was all happening again. Like death was still chasing me.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

Kitty huffed. She continued to yank Evans away from The Camerons' lot briskly. During those moments, Kitty's body was shaking. She didn't understand it fully but felt irritation mixed with liquid rage. Strung up and unable to fully control herself, Kitty's grip tightened on John's wrist. Being on the receiving end, John winced in sharp pain. It was as if a venomous snake chomped his wrist.