Egeria Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Celia can't be dead. She'll probably seduce him. She's the queen of seductions, don't you know that?” “We watched the way he dragged her away with our two eyes.” She looked around briefly, then whispered, “It's King Darius, not any random person. Don't you know who we’re talking about?” “Here's your meal.” A woman in an apron said, dropping trays of food for them. I swallowed, and looked at the kids, eating with excitement, as they talked about just everyone in the room. “But then… I heard something.” The redhead continued, and moved closer to the Blondie.

But after I bartered the necklace for a hefty chunk of bread and a generous slice of apple tart, a hesitant smile crept across her face. As she devoured the food with a ferocity that spoke volumes about her hunger, I learned her name was Elara. She was an orphan, abandoned at the village gates a few months ago. The villagers, bless their kind hearts, took her in, but times were tough, and food was scarce. As she shared her story, her voice a quiet murmur, a picture emerged – a picture of a harsh life, one where hunger and uncertainty were constant companions. And yet, there was a spark in her eyes, a resilience that refused to be extinguished.

I was surprised that a woman had anything to suck at all. “I’m not your pet. I’m Imeela Precoza, daughter of King Desmond and Queen Sadira. The one that you’ve been hunting for the past decade and failed each and every time. My mother warned you before you murdered her that you would only sit there temporarily. All of those who remember my parents and their spirits, don Eidathdatay. I’m here to end your reign of terror and abuse. I AM HERE TO RESCUE MY PEOPLE!” I called out loudly.

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“

HUNTER’s POV I look at the girl with my arms folded across my chest. Elena, that is her name. Omegas like her are supposed to be frail and fleeting, but like her name which means ‘the light of the sun’, I see an unyielding fire burning behind her ocean blue eyes and because of this, I know that she is no ordinary omega. This girl is a fighter and no one on the face of the earth will be able to stand in her way until she sees justice served.

He instinctively reached out to the figure as they both stumbled to the ground due to the sudden surge of people coming out of the restaurant’s door. Crown Prince Rogeus managed to support his upper body with his free hand while holding the figure that fell with him with the other. A foot even stepped in his hand, but Crown Prince Rogeus did not feel a thing as his eyes dazedly looked down at the face of the figure in his arm. It was a young girl with black hair and green pupils, and the moment their eyes met, Crown Prince Rogeus felt his mind being emptied and his chest being rammed by the thunderous hammering of his heart.

"Simply put, 'killing some goblins with that' is excessive." Elia let out a sigh. It was a hassle to be put on a team with two females who were equally competitive in everything. She had fled her castle in the Elven empire to live a free life and did not want to get entangled in the rivalry between these two women. Eliza was enraged as she turned towards Sia direction. Sia was grinning at her after that enormous meteor had decimated nearly a fifth of the goblin army.

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.”

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turn She loved to push just to see how far she could go before I broke, and it infuriated and excited me. She knew what she wanted and knew how to get it, unlike Elara, who could almost pass for a remote-controlled robot.

What did my people do to warrant the wrath of six united nations, including the Kingdom of Māui? What did we do to make even the Kingdom of the Eldians, the land of Elves, abandon us, despite our shared lineage and goddess? Katniss steps closer, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper only I can hear. “Your kind did nothing wrong? An insane statement to make, if you ask me. Now, for each day that you live as a slave, I hope you never forget what your kind once used to do to my kind. This is about letting the world never forget what your kind did. What the Kingdom of Eris was.”