76th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Six hours to prove my legacy wasn't a mistake. Six hours to save everything. Or lose it all. THE END

“That’s one way to put it.” Kaidan gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Good. We work better in chaos.” ★★★ ★★★ The crowd swarmed the rosters by torchlight, pushing and cursing as names were read aloud. Elowyn pressed through. Her heart raced as her eyes scanned down— There. Group H-6. – Elyan Froste – Riven Thorney – Callus Quill – Housborn Grell – Baron Ortega (Leader) – Sacha Vollen

Goldie continues to advance further. “Hey, hey, hey!” Leonardo calls out to him, running to the doorway as well. He quickly jogs up the stairs of the basement, keeping a close eye on the young man ahead of him. As Goldie reached the top, he sees a group of armed men pointing their guns at him. Bullets started to rain, the sound of the firing squad was all he could hear. To defend himself, he holds his hands up. He has seen this before, and he does not intend to get shot or hurt again today. At this moment, his vision became clearer than before. The trajectory of each bullet becomes easier to spot. They all slowly come to a halt, remaining suspended in the air. The metal projectiles shake sli

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

The morning air was heavy with the scent of ash and blood. Elior stood at the edge of the abandoned watchtower, his gaze sweeping over the distant ruins of the battlefield they had barely escaped. Sienna had won the night, but the war was far from over. Behind him, the remnants of their forces gathered in small clusters, tending to wounds, sharpening blades, and murmuring in hushed tones. The revelation of Rael’s true identity still lingered in the air like a thundercloud, unspoken yet undeniable.

JACKSON. I watched the last few seconds of Devon's video at least ten more times, but I already knew I wouldn't find a different ending. Every replay stopped at the exact same moment. Devon opened his mouth to say the name, the picture froze, and the screen turned black. It wasn't just frustrating. It felt personal, as if someone had reached through time and stolen the one answer we needed most. The more I watched it, the more convinced I became that this wasn't an accident.

“Naomi!” A harsh scream broke into my conversation with Tyler. Snapping my head up, I saw Lorenzo heading my way. He wore a crumpled black jacket, his bandages showing from his sleeve. Gianna was right behind him. She strutted on her heels, tuning in to the drama.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” 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?”

"It feels like— you know how a fire feels good until you get too close? It's still good. It's just getting harder to remember where the good ends and the pain begins." She lifted her head to look at him. He was looking up at the ceiling with an expression of complete equanimity that she now understood was not the absence of feeling but the long practice of containing it — six hundred years of being a god of war and then six hundred years of being nothing had taught him to wear his interior life very close to his chest. "Look at me," she said. He did. "Is it worth it?" she asked. He looked at her for a long moment — at her dishevelled hair and her bare shoulders and her face that she kept car

MATTEO {Two Weeks Ago} The bass from the high dimension speakers hit me the moment I stepped in. Around me, the lights flashed different colours: red, blue, violet—then again. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. I adjusted the large cap of the black hoodie which I wore low on my head. The gay bar was crowded, dark and loud in a way that made me feel safe. Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely.