District Eight Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The auditorium was stuck in horrified stillness for several suspended moments as the words seemed to reverberate through the stagnant air like lingering shrapnel. Then, as if a flare had gone off, the room erupted in a deafening swell of heated discourse, with conversations exploding in a frenzied jostle to analyze the consequences, dispute the merciless protocols, and just absorb the grandeur of what had just occurred. "Can you fucking _believe_ this outdated initiation ritual bullshit they're putting us through?" Mia hissed beside Lila, clearly disgusted. "It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Gam

He's watching and calculating as though he's waiting for someone to make the first move. And then I hear them. Obnoxious chortles and taunts. More than a dozen Rank five boys stalk further onto the arena in formation. They're taller and older, grinning as if they have just been handed fresh meat and told to go wild. They have the kind of eyes that say, ‘I've set people on fire and enjoyed it.’ They're already cracking their knuckles and stretching. One of them spits on the ground. Another licks his damn teeth. "Oh, fantastic," I mutter. "We're doing a full Hunger Games. Should I say something inspiring or just die quietly?"

Reyes and the camp maids, they’ve heard every single biting word. Kate’s face turns scarlet. She hurries to the door to disappear and retreat across the eight yards to her room in the 2nd house, the Latte House. As she swings open the door of the Main House, out of the corner of her eyes, she sees one person, Nathan, raise his right hand in the three-finger salute from Hunger Games.

He said, “Morrow, District 12 is unlike Districts 4 and 5. That’s the Death Block, and five miles around that area are neutral zones. People from other districts can’t enter without a permit. Moreover, if the people inside know that our branch family sent people over to monitor the situation, I’m afraid it won’t leave a good impression.” Morrow nodded, looked at Levi, and asked, “Levi, do you have any other business here?” Levi smiled and said, “Granduncle Morrow, I have something important to discuss with everyone.”

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.

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.

Raven directed her glare at Eight " So why did you take off your own shirt?" " Uh ... nothing" Eight said hastily. " Why are you so concerned about my body anyway?" Meek questioned Raven gulped " Nothing, it's your body, if you want to display it at the arena, you should go ahead" Raven tried to brush past him when she accidentally collided into his chest, her eyes met his and her heart started racing wildly Eight cleared his throat loudly " We should head to the arena!!" **** *The Steele's Manor* *Havilah City*

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.”

Just short, jagged periods of unconsciousness where the dreams were louder than the waking world. "The water allocation for the Dregs is insufficient," Rax growled. The rebel leader leaned forward. His knuckles pressed against the stone, the skin stretched white and tight over the bone. He smelled of old sweat and sharp aggression. "We have children drinking sludge while the Upper Districts are flushing toilets with potable water." "The Upper Districts have the infrastructure," Ishara countered. She sat rigid. Her blue tunic was pressed, her spine a straight line of military discipline. She didn't raise her voice, but her jaw muscle jumped—a small, rapid tic.

They seemed to reach the same consensus: distract the other class through the noise. A Series of grumbling could be heard from other rooms. The source of the disarray had satisfied look on their faces. After tricking each other, a grave atmosphere befell them. Golden Night Hotel, Yolo City District 13 Suburbs. A group of strange men exuded a fierce aura. Anger, displeasure, and disappointment showed on their faces. News of the annihilation of the Tiger Skin Team from the slums arrived in their ears. They were disappointed in themselves for thinking that Tiger Skin Team was doing good there. District 13 and the slums are only a few kilometers away, but they were oblivious of their state.