Haymitch 50th Hunger Games Novels & Stories

~.NOVA.~ Under the moon's watchful gaze, we had on the grass hidden from the tributes we saw earlier. Suddenly, a distant sound reached our ears—a haunting melody that echoed through the night. We exchanged wary glances, recognizing the tune as a signature of the Hunger Games organizers. "It's the anthem," Horia whispered, her voice tinged with dread. "They're showing the fallen tributes." We looked up at the sky. There, illuminated by the moonlight, were the faces of the fallen tributes, their images projected like ghostly apparitions.

I only follow Haymitch because he knows the location of the recruits. I just breathe deeply and control my body to run. Why can't we just bring the van to get them? Ugh? Why is there no road in here? I mean, we're in modern days, but we have to ran a kilometer away after all of the technologies that had been invented? Dang, Harry's really stingy. My mind was busy rants when Haymitch stopped, I kept my distance and just leaned against the tree while listening to them.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

I never did, and Hunter, King of High School or not, won’t be the first. “Earth to Ava!” she whispers a little louder, but it sounded so far away like I was at the middle of a tunnel, while her voice echoed at the end. Amy noticed me in my trance and she waves her hand in my face, and I finally blink. I rolled my eyes as she waggled her brows playfully, nudging me in the chest like she always does when she’s feeling horny. “So? Fess up. Is the arrogant future alpha of the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack your fate—?”

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

I know that the doctor I saw today said they were immortal, but the fact was I was immortal which would make them part immortal. Olivia at that moment returned with the drinks and she handed me one and Emily one before she grabbed a plate and a slice of pizza and moved to sit in front of the television to hit play on the movie. Emily and I grabbed our plates and joined her and as I sat there watching the movie and eating my pizza thoughts of the babies being Samuel’s plagued my thoughts.

"No, I can honestly say I haven't. I guess the five o'clock shadow makes me appear my own age, or even older. Most fourteen year olds can't grow a beard." "True," I admit, taking one of the bags of beef stew. I pour equal shares into two of the bowls and, even though it's not much, it smells delicious. I slide a bowl into each hand, and head out to the dining room, where Tobe and Ryder are sitting with the pretzels from our earlier poker game. We divide everything up evenly, and feast on some of the best food we've had in ages. I know that the bags of MRE's are going to run out eventually, but for right now we can fill our stomachs and regain some of our strength and hopefully weight.

She stopped kicking for a few seconds, before jumping on his spinal cord. I heard a breaking sound before he regained consciousness with a final scream before dying. “Now my feet are dirty!!”. She hissed with disgust. Anna was literally my left hand, I even started training her to fight without weapons. “That was kinda overkill”, I laughed lowly. “Like you’re one to talk”, she moved to pick up her glasses finally regaining composure. “Out of sixty players, twenty one have been eliminated. I still don’t know who #7 is, his player name is ‘HIM”

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

I try to catch her gaze, eye-pointing Mitch, but she doesn't notice. Got no more tact than her father... James' eyes roll, but it's too late... A sob... Mitch... Mitch, eyes glossing, her throat rippling, "You've heard nothing at all?" Hitchman speaks slowly, regretfully. "I'm sorry, Miss Kimberley. But no, nothing at all."