Hunger Games 67 Novels & Stories

She looked up to Nathan and said, “Tribute!” Nathan’s eyebrows were raised. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “It’s from Hunger Games,” Helen explained. “It means that I will take her place. Whatever punishment you had intended for her will be mine.” Elma held Helen and said, “Miss, don’t. You are pregnant. I did the deed. I should bear the punishment.” Nathan turned to Elma and said, “Fine. So be it. Go, kneel at the door, and stay there until this time tomorrow. I think that will teach you a lesson you’ll remember.”

Such a violent emotion was contained in such a small body. Once they left, Farren changed into some oversized clothes. Nerezza's, from the looks of them. She got comfortable. Fed the fawn, whom Priamos had insisted was called Bambi and crashed on the couch. There wasn't much else to do. But the anticipation of the coming days was eating at me. Gnawing on my soul. Our mate had not one. Not three. But six fucking mates. Her importance was widespread if the goddess had blessed her with so many of us. Although, now the competition for her affection would grow tenfold. It was ridiculous.

Fiona pulled out her phone and brought up surveillance footage. "Look closely. This is you meeting the kidnappers back then. Persistence pays off. I finally found it. What else do you have to say? "I thought you were really injured and that your leg had been broken. Turns out even your disability was fake. Ryker, how dare you? You kept up the act for six years?"

The Arbiter’s scan told him his name was Maximo Chen. The ganger wailed and laughed, spitting at the Arbiter. “You just killed half my gang, Tangina mo! You’re a fucking hypocrite Arbiter! A FUCKING HYPOCRITE” He grasped for his rifle which was just a stretch from his hand. H-6 fires a stun round to the back of his target’s head. Maximo’s body convulsed even as the rubber round knocked him out, the electrical aftershock was doing its work. H-6 stood still for a while longer, both shields were primed and ready allowing him ample time to direct his drone companions.

“Goodnight, Dante.” He lifted his glass in a silent toast. “Goodnight, my beautiful liar.” Her fingers twitched, but she didn’t look back as she walked out. Later That Night — The Safehouse Aria’s secret base was hidden in plain sight, a nondescript apartment in the city’s quieter quarter. The kind of place people passed without noticing. Inside, though, it was all steel and silence: monitors, encrypted drives, multiple identity cards, and the faint buzz of high-tech surveillance.

I reached out to pinch her slight chub. “Girl, look at you. Did you have a kid or is the food just that good in the city?” She draped her arm over my shoulders. “I have a kid, Nat.” She smiled, before looking at my men standing agitatedly in front of the town hall. “1, 2, 3…. 6..” She turned me around to face her again. “6? Those 6?” I raised my hands to cover my cheeks. “Yeah,” I mumbled.

Dragon and vampire, fire and shadow, hunger reflected in gold and crimson. I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk twisting despite the rage. Let them all see. If they wanted to take her, they’d drown in the blood price first. They went down one by one. Caelum’s snarls carried over from the far side of the arena, Elias’s fire popped in sharp bursts, but Nora. I lost her flame in the smoke. Panic cut through clearer than any blade. I flowed through the battlefield like the smoke I was, shadows curling around me, mercs falling silent where I passed. My hunger roared in my ears, but I shut it out. Not until I found her. Not until I knew she still burned.

Noah: It's lunch, and you're not here. Neither is Six... Oliver: Haven't seen you in two days and rumor has it you left. Is it true? Call me when you get this! Summer: You sly girl! Are you with Six? Wesley: Shagging up to your punching bag already? Eli: Say it isn't true! You're with Six? Cash: If he hurts you, just hit him with another textbook. Try the History one. That ought to leave a real mark. Dad: Pumpkin, are you ok? Vi said she

he muttered to himself, his eyes locked on the distant glow of the vehicle. As he ran, scenes from his past flashed before his eyes; Memories of his father, his first day of training, and the day he killed his first werewolf played out like a movie in his mind. He thought of his beloved girlfriend, "I'm almost there," Michael muttered to himself, pushing through the exhaustion. But just as he thought he had escaped the danger, the creature caught up to him. Its massive claw slashed through his stomach, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. Blood gushed from his wound as he struggled to catch his breath.

Hunter offered. "A game?" "Yeah. Come with me." She followed him all the way outside and into the woods. They walked for a couple of hours, even climbing a hill. "Now, look down." Hunter said, barely out of breath as June was panting and hoping she didn't die. Below them was a massive swarm of the dead. It had to have been a good couple of hundred of them, if not more.