68th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I stared at the crack in the glass with a blaze igniting in my eyes as I threw the glass away, shattering it to pieces. “Garnet is my prey. All, fucking, mine,” Never thought I would start a challenge with Lucien but I swear, I won’t lose, I will defeat him. I won’t let him steal my target, this time, he would taste defeat. We will see. What was going to break you first, Garnet Beth. Either your past or your present.

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

To the world, they are deadly enemies. Behind closed doors, they are passionate lovers. Will they be able to stay together forever?

"Are you saying that Langston can't handle him?" Reed looked at me sternly, "I trust my buddy, but that shit over there's using steroids!" I gulped deeper. Shit. "THE GAME WILL START IN 5, 4," The announcer announced while chewing his chewing gum. How rude... "3, 2, 1! LET THE GAMES BEGIN!" Then the loud siren came from the huge speakers. What is this, The Hunger Games? I gulped and silently prayed, dear lord, I don't want him to be disabled! I mean, who would take me home?

When he looked up through the dripping wreckage, the girl stood before him—naked and glistening, a vial of black serum clutched in one small hand. "You brought the case," she said sweetly. Her voice was Luna's, but layered with something ancient. "Good." His mother's scream was cut short as Eight moved—a blur of pale limbs and surgical steel. Harris barely registered the needle before it pierced his carotid. Cold flooded his veins as his knees gave out. The last thing he saw was Eight crouching over him, pressing her forehead to his as the world went dark, her whisper following him into the void:

“Clean yourself up and leave. This is not time to entertain your Alpha.” Hornet scowled but didn’t argue. " Join the meeting. Use Gamma Celeriac as much as you can. He will eventually be ready to give his daughter to us. Nobody can reject the greed of powers. He certainly won't!" She smirked, watching Eva leaving. Even Jonathan looked tempted by Eva's beauty. As Eva stepped back and clothed herself with a swift move, her fingers brushed against the hidden blade strapped to her thigh. "Someday!" she thought. Someday soon.

” As my personal assistant, you are required to accompany me as my date. “And don’t worry... I’ve prepared a dress that will drive your secret admirer absolutely mad." The game has just moved to the next level. Tonight’s gala will be an open battlefield between Mavric Thorne and Julian Vane with Liora as the prize. END OF CHAPTER 63..

Dad watched in silence, then lifted his glass and whispered to the empty place, "Danny, happy new year." Joe and Lyra followed in unison, "Danny, happy new year." Outside, the fireworks bloomed again, lighting the sky with the same brilliance and joy as last year. Only I was gone forever. That snow at the rest stop had frozen an eight-year-old me to death—and with me, it had frozen a family's heart. Some mistakes could be mended, some wounds forgiven, but some losses remained forever. Melted snow never returned to its first shape, and a vanished life never returned to those who had loved it.

Inside the iron cage, a swarm of rats huddled in the darkness, their eyes glowing green as they squeaked and chattered. Terror consumed my entire body. I struggled with everything I had left to break free, but they locked the cage shut. The next second, the swarm of rats descended upon me, biting and tearing at my skin. The agonizing pain of my flesh being ripped apart made me howl in screams. Peering through the only narrow gap in the cage, I could see Tom pressing himself over Aria with heavy breathing. "Tom, come on..." "No, it'll hurt the baby." "Then let me help you..."

My knees give out, and I collapse, the world spinning until everything goes black. But even in the darkness, there's no peace. My nightmares have a way of twisting, taking me back further, to when I was twelve and lost in a different kind of hell. I'm in that cold, dark basement in Russia, where the air is so thick with fear it's almost tangible. The ropes dig into my wrists, my body aches from the beatings, and the hunger gnaws at me like a relentless predator.