Hunger Games 67 Novels & Stories

"Cut it out. But you’ll have to be fast. The signal is already out. The hunters are four minutes away." On the secondary screen, a dozen heat signatures appeared. They were moving fast. Black helicopters. Night-vision. Tactical teams. "Leo, run!" I grabbed the boy’s hand. Leo didn't move. He looked at the screen. He looked at Arthur. "He’s not a ghost, Mommy," Leo said. "He’s a virus! Run!" "Checkmate, my daughter," the screen-Arthur said. He raised his glass. "I told you. The hunger never ends. It just finds a new mouth."

I slide onto a stool, twin tails still damp from the shower, pink Vans kicking idly against the cabinet. Mom (sliding the plate): “Eat. You look like you fought a mirror and lost.” Dad (over his coffee): “She did. And won. But yeah—eat.” I take a bite—sweet dough, tangy cheese filling exploding on my tongue—and sigh happy. Celeste (mouth full): “Junior year’s off to a bang.” The bloodstone pulses once, soft. The HUD unfolds in my vision—cleaner now, more branches glowing. CROWN INTEGRITY: 13 / 47

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives. They have been in the arena for hours and I can see even those who train regularly. This is tiring them out. Felicity spins, jutting out her leg with a low kick as Jennifer falls to the ground. She struggles, lashing her legs out, kicking back. “Let’s wrap this up,” I link Hunter. This wasn’t as much fun as I had hoped. He taps a few buttons on his keys before he lets out a small amount of steam emitting wolfsbane. It’s not enough to cause any lasting damage, but it will bring this section to an end as the games will finish with the last one standing.

"Come on, calm down come on out kets go to the main training grounds" "Right now?" "Yeah, you passed the first round of test, unless you are tired" "I'm not, let's go" Walking across the hige training ground, I feel niit only my fingers but my feets turning sour with pain, "How futher do we have to go?" "Geez Laura, you are on hell of a parrot, calm down I can't abduct you or anything you are too heavy to carry, come on in" I see a huge hate before us, she presses a buttom which scans her before giving is access to walk through,

Blaze is one of my best friends and so the little ruse should actually be fun, plus I get to have one of my best friends stay with me in my favorite place for awhile. The morning of the party I am in my room getting dressed when I hear a knock on the door and Blaze says he will get it. I stop getting ready for the party when I hear yelling coming from downstairs. I go downstairs and see Blaze in nothing but a pair of shorts and a very pissed off alpha. Drake demands to know who Blaze is and of course Blaze can't resist the challenge of power he feels coming off of Drake. Blaze strides over to me and pulls me close with his hand resting on my hip. He introduces himself as my very good friend

The game of chess had served its purpose, fueling his determination and sharpening his mind for the battles to come. Turning his attention to the television, Colton activated the screen and tuned in to the news. Newscaster April's voice filled the airwaves, reporting on the recent attack involving Amanda and Ethan, and the lingering mystery surrounding the true identity of 7665. The city stood on the precipice of danger, unaware of the imminent storm that was about to engulf them.

" He had no idea I was leaving soon—not that I planned to tell him anyway. I met his gaze calmly. In the past six years, his eyes used to be full of affection whenever he looked at me. Now, all I saw was feigned concern and diffidence. I shook my head, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "No need, Soren. I probably won't have any time soon." Surprise flickered across his face. He hadn't expected me to turn him down. "Soren, I'm getting a little tired," Thea suddenly called out. "Can we go back?" He immediately turned to her, looking concerned. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Shaking her head, she murmured, "I've just had a long day. I'm a little exhausted."

The campfire flickered and spat, its orange glow throwing dancing shadows across the walls of the ancient arena. They huddled close around the flames, eating hot canned soup from battered tin bowls. The aroma was faint—more metallic than comforting. Terry scowled at his meal, stirring it halfheartedly with a spoon. “Not chicken soup again? Why can’t we have normal food for a change?” Lizzi didn’t look up from her laptop. “Do you see a Hungry Jack’s around here?”