Hunger Games 67 Novels & Stories

Final year students in the prestigious Ambrose high school, with their mom late and dad a successful business tycoon," the report read. They don't have a mum?? That puts us on the same page then. Ambrose highschool.... Geez! It's really expensive! I exclaimed. What do they even teach them there? This looks almost impossible to get into, I wondered. Sighing, I stood up and, hands in my pocket, strolled downstairs where I met my brothers already forking over breakfast. Seriously though... "Good morning gentlemen." I greeted. "Good morning bush baby. How was your night?" Jace asked. "Fine," I answered, sitting on the dining table. Maggie passed me my breakfast, I nodded. We ate in silence for a

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”

A code 561 was always the one I hated the most, a missing child. When we arrived at the meeting place there was already a large crowd ready to help search. I could see the mother of the child crying and huddled close to her husband as I walked over. The manager of the resort saw us walking over and flagged for us to come to him. "Matto, the child is a young girl named Kerry. She is six years old with long blond hair and she is wearing a pink snowsuit. She was last seen in this area playing near the trees there." He pointed to the tree line in front of us.

" You hungry?" " GET OUT!!!"

Lily excitedly snuggled into my arms, and Kael shifted even closer. Now I was truly sandwiched. A clingy little sister on my left, a possessive musician on my right, and a grumpy uncle on the floor ready for "guard duty" at a moment's notice. What was this, a horror game sitcom? The ghost version of Full House? On the sixth day, there were only three players left. Me, Ethan, and Chloe. 【GAME ALERT: Player Tom has been eliminated.】 【TIME REMAINING: 4 Days】

“That’s one way to put it.” Kaidan gave a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Good. We work better in chaos.” ★★★ ★★★ The crowd swarmed the rosters by torchlight, pushing and cursing as names were read aloud. Elowyn pressed through. Her heart raced as her eyes scanned down— There. Group H-6. – Elyan Froste – Riven Thorney – Callus Quill – Housborn Grell – Baron Ortega (Leader) – Sacha Vollen

It was melting the stars. “The Hunger isn’t gone, June,” Gabe whispered. “You didn’t kill it. You just gave it a bigger kitchen. Now it wants to bake the whole universe into one loaf of bread.” June looked at her friends. They were safe for now, but outside, the world just kept melting away in the oven’s heat. “How do we stop it?” June asked. Gabe flipped through the book and found a little pocket at the back. Inside, he pulled out a tiny black seed.

of the Macro-Verse. The Feral Six have survived the "Cleaning," but they are now inside the Child's PC—a labyrinth of spinning fans, glowing LEDs, and high-voltage circuitry. To save the million souls in their pocket, they must "Hack" the physical computer from the inside out to send a message to the "User."

Scarlett POV The six of us, myself, Cayden, Bree, Jacob, Tasha and Channing are heading back to the packhouse when I realize there’s someone I should talk to before I start making calls, so I start veering to the left, heading to the area of our pack lands where individual homes stand for those people who don’t want to live in the pack house. “Alpha Scarlett? The packhouse is this way.” Cayden says with a slight laugh as he points when he notices me going off course.

“House Six has been cleared to participate.” The reaction was instant. Murmurs, gasps, quiet scoffs of disbelief. Some students from the older houses stiffened, while others exchanged smirks. To many, this was an insult—an upstart house barely in its first year, daring to compete with the titans of Thornecrest? Unthinkable. But for others, there was something far worse than insult. Fear. No one knew what House Six was truly capable of. And that terrified them. Principal Whitmore, as if expecting the reaction, remained unfazed. “The games will proceed as planned,” she continued. “Each event has been carefully designed to test not just strength, but intelligence, cunning, and influence. You wi