Haymitch Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Hey, Katniss! Want to join us?" "Lia, I need to talk to you about something important," I began, but Lia appeared not to hear me. Instead, she tugged me toward the bonfire. "What's up?" she asked, still smiling. Ollie and Alexei turned their attention toward me, and I knew the moment had come. I took a deep breath. "My name isn't Katniss Sloan," I began, "It's Serena Mitchell."

So I took my place at the sidelines as I watched the warriors file in and check the roster to see who their opponent would be. I heard the sizzle just before Dara and Ichor popped in and announced their arrival seconds before they appeared holding hands. I didn’t really think much of it because I figured in order for Dara to transport someone that it would be necessary for her to be touching that person to do so. However just because I saw it as rational didn’t mean that everyone did and I distinctly heard Mitchum mutter the word ‘cocksucker’ under his breath and I glared in his direction. He shrugged his shoulders when he noticed I had heard him. ‘I wasn’t insulting him, I was describing hi

Samuel now asked me like he could sense the hunger in me. Trying to think back, the last time I had blood was when I marked Tyler as my mate, but I wasn’t sure that counted. “It’s been a while.” I tell him and he moves in closer to me and bares his neck to me and says, “Feed Lexie.”

~.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.