District 4 Tributes 74th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

King Eric smirked, “when things go as planned, God bless his terrible soul.” BEGINNING OF THE END District four The busiest district in the kingdom of Riana, with business of various kinds going on mostly at night; there are four branches of the Black Bog in this troublesome district each pulling out at least three dead bodies from bar fights after every feast. The night was cold and windy, streets almost void as various activities came to a close in the east section, having cottages not more that one story. A huge figure in black hooded cloak walks hastily from one spot to another where one of the Black Bog was located. He glanced up at a slim figure clothed, also in black hooded cape stari

They all have him he does. When I saw something outside their office I passed it. "What happened exactly?" his eyes suddenly rolled as he realized who I was. "S-Miss Iris?" I want to struggle because he is still stuttering. I'm not really that important to you. Just a little. I just stared at him waiting for his response. He sneezed before I answered. "The rebels, they lured the dragon to district 2 and when almost all of us are distracted because of the attack they made this an opportunity to take the stone of our district."

]] << yes I do, it's right here >> he nodded and turned his head closing his eyes tightly, I hold him steady and look for the vein in his neck then injected him, he winced then relaxed. I stepped away and looked at them, Alpha Kai looking at his stop watch and waiting, I watched as they both began to look droopy (( I feel so drained )) Alpha Kai smiled << we have at least Three days before the poison begins to take full effect and starts showing on their skin and in their nails, that should be more than enough time though right? >> [[ yes ]] << alright guys, we shall see you two in a bit, we're gonna go speak to our tributes >>

It was clear, well-lit, and taken somewhere I've never come across. Four men stood, side by side, none facing the camera. Even though they weren't facing the camera, you could see what needed to be seen. One face. Four times. It was Drey, but not Drey. My brain and eyes didn't know how to put it at first. It felt like I was seeing Drey in four different faces. They look exactly the same but in different appearances. Like I was staring at the four shades of Drey. My hand started shaking before I felt it happening. The phone trembled in my grip but Victoria reached out and took it back, carefully, like she was removing something fragile from someone who couldn't be trusted with it.

I nodded and led the way back to the main room. While Amphidocus sat and ate, the girls peppered him with questions, mostly wanting to know how the remaining tributes were holding up. I stayed at the back near the exit. Deciding that I should probably make myself busy elsewhere, I turned to leave. I didn’t get very far before I felt someone tug at my elbow.

The common room of the Crimson Wing was an opulent, suffocating gold-and-velvet cage, and every eye in it was waiting for me. When I stepped through the arched entryway, the frantic buzzing of noble whispers died instantly, plunging the room into a heavy, volatile silence. The nineteen tributes were gathered in loose clusters around the silk-damask sofas, but the moment I appeared, they shifted as one cohesive unit, drawing away from me like I was carrying the plague.

His large frame was hunkered down in the corner of the room beside a small boy who was maybe eleven or twelve. He was the man who had asked what we will win. The boy beside him was visibly shaking, his face pale. The large man passed the boy his portion of cake we’d been given for dessert. “Take it,” the man said gently. Then he saw me watching him and motioned for me to come over. “That was very brave, what you did,” the man said. “I’m Tor. From District 5.” District 5 was the mining district, which would explain Tor’s muscular build.

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

"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.

As Julian stepped forward to steady the panicked horse's bridle, the courier raised his head, his wide, bloodshot eyes locking onto the ex-Alpha. "Julian..." the courier gasped, his voice cracked and breathless. "Thank the gods you're still here. The valley... District Four is burning." Julian’s grip on the leather reins tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Slow down. Catch your breath. Who sent you?"