District Names Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I didn’t understand the pressure of what I was set out for until I’d gotten there. Two representatives from all four districts had gathered outside the university. Raina and Sheena, two girls around my age represented the vampire district. I knew their names fairly well because news of their killings had spread round the pack mansion like wildfire. Gayla and Phreta represented the Coyote district. It’s my first time hearing their names so I doubt there was any need to look out for them. 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 ignored him and focused on going to our district. Our district is close to the palace. Because our country is like a cirle. And then inside the circle is a dot. That's the palace. And then outside that dot is another five layers of circle and that is us, the districts. We're pretty close to the palace other than the four districts. You can't get to district 3 without passing in the district 2. And that's how amazing the situation is because someone is patrolling in the sky. I was a little shocked when they started approaching me.

Gideon swigged vodka straight from a glass bottle he’d raided from the hotel mini-bar, the burn in his throat grounding him. He kicked the balcony doors open. The New Orleans humidity clung to his skin like a wet shroud, thick with the stench of Saati Town—garbage, exhaust, and the copper tang of blood from a dozen street fights happening blocks away. Below, the Sopttyi District was a cesspool of tourists and bottom-feeders, all grinding against each other like rats in a cage.

Dorian walked beside Idris, their cloaks pulled low to obscure their faces, while Lena stayed close behind, her pulse a steady thrum against her ribs. The Rift’s presence was stronger now. Not overwhelming, not unbearable—but there. Whispering. Crawling beneath her skin. She didn’t know if it was the city itself or something waiting for them below. They reached the lower district’s outskirts within minutes, slipping through the narrow streets where the wealth of the capital faded into something grittier. The scent of damp stone and burning tallow filled the air, and the distant sounds of a drunken argument echoed from a nearby alley. Lena exhaled slowly. This part of the city was dangerous.