Chariot Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She was my mother no matter what she did and I wouldn't let her die for nothing. “If I say it was all you, they’ll destroy you. And maybe I deserve the chains for what I did to Imogene but you don't deserve the fire, you were only looking out for me, your son." “Orion—” “I’ll fix it." I said with determination. Before she could say anything, the gates of Imogene’s home swung open. We had arrived. And Imogene… she was already waiting. --- The council chamber was vast and despite the fact that it was still late at night, wolves filled the seats on both sides. Elders, generals, warriors. Silent. Watching.

The mob went wild with exuberance when the head buried itself deeply in the wall, severing the chains and freeing the prisoner. The cheering turned to boos and hisses of outrage as more Haunt poured out of the gates in an endless black wave. It took them a considerable amount of effort, but finally, only Keilor and Mathin were left mounted. Drums pounded and Jasmine settled back into her seat as the Haunt receded, taking its prisoners along with it. Mathin and Keilor dismounted and sent their stags off the field. “Now they fight to determine the winner,” Jayems explained to her.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

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.

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.

"It'll get lighter all too quickly. When the food runs out, I'm sure we'll all wish our packs were a little heavier." Concurrently in the dungeons of Leafland, Charlotte felt very bad for witnessing the people being captured while she's just there watching them doing nothing. "Are, I think... I don't deserve to sit on the throne of the light if right now... I am witnessing my mother's people taken away, slaved, and killed. Their screams, cries, their pain... always play in my head. But I know, this was still the start, bless me Your Majesty and I will take what's yours. And I fall, don't bring me back."

She was pleasantly surprised when she was sent to dungeon for the 'lunch', who was already chained for her. “No, Not this! Skin me alive if you want, but I can’t stand this insult.” That rouge wolf was fighting against the hold, a warrior held his neck at place and eyed her to take him. She was hesitant and showed a bottle that she brought as ration with her,but that warrior, he slashed rouge’s neck, presenting it to Charlotte. That was the end of the argument. After almost a decade, Charlotte had a fresh prey, but still she restrained herself and pulled back quickly. In the haze of fresh meal, she heard the announcement,

I notice him doing the same when he pauses with a hiss of pain. “Fuck,” he curses as another pellet hits him, peeking out from behind him. I find Charity standing there with a smirk on her face, her weapon ready and loaded. A competitiveness dancing around her aura and clouding the air. If Matt and Fletcher could see her looking like the Goddess of War, they’d be bowing unconditionally at her feet in awe. “I can do this all day, Alpha,” She calls out, releasing another pellet into his back. He doesn’t even flinch through the sting of pain as he continues to endure two more consecutive shots. “Let Nora out, so I can officially win, and this will all be over.”

So, I turn my thoughts from gratitude for my pack to instead gratitude for my mate and his magical tongue as he slides my jeans down my legs, kneels in front of me and begins eagerly licking and lapping up my desire, which he insists tastes like warm cherry pie. Chapter 12 coming soon

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.