District 1 Hunger Games Tributes Novels & Stories

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.

It was difficult for me to stay in a crouching position so I sat on the grass instead. It was a group of tributes, their voices filled with determination and the occasional laughter. They seemed to be making camp. "Let's see who they are," Aret whispered, her eyes locked on their campsite. I nodded, despite the pain in my leg. We needed to gather information about our potential adversaries. Cautiously, we crept closer to the other participants' camp, keeping to the shadows. As we observed, we saw a diverse group of tributes from different districts. Some were sharpening their weapons, while others discussed their strategies. It was a stark reminder that we were all pawns in this deadly game,

Screams and laughter quickly subsided in the first district's small market square as the children of the elite class who were running around giddily with spring delights earlier became tired and quiet. District 1 may be the poorest district but we create the most beautiful handcrafts amongst the other districts; clay pottery, magnificent vases, jars, and bowls line our displays of opulent products. Handcrafted jewelry sits gloriously on small table mats below the small stalls. It's all cheap from the deep-pocketed but these small handicrafts are our life. The District 2 and other towns next to us imports linen, silk textiles, and other expensive things to bargain. Nevertheless, the most clog

Louder, she continued, “You are to serve him tonight for dinner.” Vampires didn’t eat like other creatures. They needed blood to survive, preferably straight from the source. The tributes were mainly selected to be those blood wells. As werewolves could generally heal quickly, I imagined vampires could feast on them many times before the tributes finally succumbed. Knowing that, and knowing that I was the tribute selected to be Vampire Duke Damien’s blood pet, I guessed serving him for dinner meant that I would personally be the food, with my blood on the menu.

Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of losing the people I loved. But I could not stop. ************************ Suddenly, the Spirit Map floated higher in the air. Seven glowing spirits appeared around it—representations of the Seven District Alphas, shown only through spirit energy. District 1 – Werewolves District 2 – Lycans District 3 – Wereravens District 4 – Werefoxes District 5 – Weresharks District 6 – Wereboars District 7 – Vampires The seven spirits flickered like ghost flames. None of them looked united. None of them looked friendly.

I asked myself. Misery and Vengeance will awaken if she hooks me with her lasso of truth and faith. I hope that'll never occur. "They'll pay for it," I said. "Period" was Her last word before our vehicle meet district one. The path is vacant so it provided us time to hunt the house of the Viper. Outside of the barricaded district is boisterous and within was slightly silent. There are kids and elders taking satisfaction from strolling and playing above the pavement of each street of district one. We stand forth at the gate then I gave a loud knock.

Kaia and I represented the hybrid district and from all four district, only one district was going to prove victorious and be seen as the strongest. I couldn’t afford to fail. Wait. It was supposed to be four districts. Where was the last one? “I can’t believe I’m here again” A familiar voice says, making shiver run down my spine. It couldn’t be. Turning towards the direction of the voice, I froze. It was him. Jameson Davidson of the werewolf district. He was the one that emerged victorious from the last time making the werewolf district be seen as the strongest. Our district couldn’t participate then as my brothers and I were yet to find a mate but now that we could participate, things woul

To the point that I could already memorize the grams and kilos without even placing the sack into the measuring scale. “Han?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for my question. “From what I could recall, it was just the Torrids and Savanna that didn’t receive rations, right? The rest of the districts were within the area of responsibility of the capital and had military protection, right?” He nods. “Those from those districts are fully capable of surviving on their own. Laguna probably had citizens who were still benefitting from the rations since they mentioned that their economy had just boomed. Right?”

“Allow me to call for a peace talk between us and Wordsworth. Let that be my first duty as the Luna of this pack.” “And if they refuse?” Katida queried Shooting her an annoying sneer, Lana darted her eyes to her man to look at him. “We suffered a surprise attack because we weren't prepared for them. We trusted their words and went searching for no trouble. However, we will be prepared. If there is an attack, we wouldn't be so surprised anymore. As for the tributes, we will end such ridiculous practices. This pack is not a thing of hoax. We won't work hard to give to others. If any pack should receive tributes, it should be us.”

"I was able to get their home address, and luckily the two families don't live far apart from each other. They stay in the Blood moon pack." The blood moon pack was one of the six packs in Trinigad. And, I remained quiet, Katniss' words dawning on me. I had to face the families of those I'd ordered to be killed. "You don't want to go?" There was a tone in Katniss' voice, one that gave away the fact that she would be disappointed if I refused to go. "No, I would," I said, and I didn't miss the smile on her face. "Just give me some minutes to change out of my gown."