District 1 Hunger Games Tributes Novels & Stories

Each district is led by an alpha, but those twelve alphas are under the rule of the Supreme Alpha, or the chief in command of the entire city. I was never given a chance to visit other districts as Alpha Roger didn’t allow me to. It was one of those rules he strictly wanted me to follow, and I listened. I had always listened to him ever since. After all, he’s the father I have known since I was eight, and I’ve always looked up to him. “Where am I? What district?” I asked. “Fifth,” Fred answered. “You’re in Raven Village.” Fifth district. So I’m still close to my pack. But they must have stopped hunting for me, right? They surely wouldn’t think that a wolfless girl like me would survive that.

Over the next few days, under the excuse of inspecting the surveillance system, he was to take a team and tamper with every external camera, plant devices inside them and setting hidden explosives along the way Griffin nodded without hesitation. Hayley wanted to sneak back into District Two that same day using Ghost Mode and dig deeper, but the cooldown made that impossible. She forced herself to stay put, pacing her room and thinking it through carefully. District One was basically ruled out. District Two was where Harrison had received orders to transfer Ruby, and District One hadn't been involved at all. That left District Two…or District Three. District Three was a nightmare to get into.

Simon replied, focused on his food. "I've heard that some packs were struggling to pay their tributes... luckily, mine hasn't started rationing food yet!" Liam explained seriously. "It's only a matter of time before that starts happening; everything is heading in that direction," Simon said sadly. "But one reason to win this competition, if a boy from another pack wins, it could reduce the tributes for his pack and help them with food and water issues..." Liam said seriously. I lowered my head; I didn't know the situation was so serious. People were fighting outside for a piece of food. My father kept me imprisoned for so long behind the huge walls of this palace that I didn't know other rea

If Aldus could leave this place, he believed he could do it, too! He had to fight to the end for Cecily and his mother, even if it meant risking his life! Nashville's face immediately turned pale. As he was hesitating, Austin stared directly at him. Eventually, Nashville sighed heavily. "Mr. Campbell, there are a total of 10 districts in The Grave Prison." Nashville said slowly, his gaze becoming intense. "Each district has its own leader, and they are the strongest in each district. They are also the most respected guys with the most followers."

my Beta says. Flash snarls and snaps his jaws. “We should have killed him before we left Blood Moon! They can’t wage a war on us if we kill their Alpha and take over their pack.” Inhaling deeply, “What else do you have to report?” “There’s been whispers of witches in the area.” “Witches? How close?” I ask. “Too close. About 5 miles from District 2,” He says. Our District further south, the packhouse is located in District 1. Hearing that witches are close to the next district over is definitely something to worry about.

Every pulse of pain shoved them further apart. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. The same demand, every night since the calm broke. I pressed my thumbs into my eye sockets and breathed through my teeth. "Marcus." My beta appeared in the doorway. He'd been waiting. He always waited on these nights. "The tributes," I said. "Is there one who resembles her." He didn't ask who. "The girl from the eastern valley. Dark hair, similar build. Not exact." "Close enough. Bring her."

"You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does." The words fell from Skye's lips like a curse, and in the sudden hush I felt the truck grow ten degrees colder. The dark-haired girl shot back to her seat, eyes glinting with malice. Skye just tilted her head, a cold little smirk playing around the corners of her mouth.

“Zitrey didn’t tell me anything. What place did your section decided to go?” “The group wants to visit District 11.” Yui answered, putting the plates in place. “District 11?” Kate’s shockingly repeated. This surprised Yui a bit on how she raised her voice, and the cat fearfully reacted too. Yui then asked, “Yeah… is there something wrong with that Miss Kate?” “No.” she immediately answered and thought. “District 11? That’s where the Nimble Shadow lives, right? Why there?” Her thoughts were cut when Zitrey’s peers went inside. “These bunches, seems like they already own the house.” Nikka, Keith, Lance and Glazy are in the house. This time Glazy also went along.

District 33 is under the country called Hesteria. This place is divided into 3 areas: The town, the junkyard, and the slum. Wild forest surrounded this district. The town has its own wall that separates the two areas. Where most people have an average life, a mediocre, not too rich or too poor. Yet, still incomparable to the other areas of the said place. And they are under Government's care. The junkyard, a place where the waste of most districts are been dumped. This place is connected to the slums, where people in the slum get their materials and things for a living. They collect scraps in exchange for money or food.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ Calisto was beside me and soon was no more. "Beware" I heard him scream as a dagger flew towards me. There were many. From what I had heard from the villagers, only 6 of them went to get the tributes. So what changed? Why the hell now had so many of them? 20? 30? No... it looked 45 if I hadn’t counted wrong.