Hunger Games Begin Novels & Stories

My arrows barely did anything to that beast, and it was charging straight at me when Darius appeared with his gun and—boom—dropped it like it was nothing. I glanced over at him again. He was laughing at something one of the other Alphas said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound of the horn and a loud crackle from the nearby speakers startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Attention all female participants! The games are about to begin! Please report to the starting line!” The female games. Right. I had almost forgotten. I turned to Matilda, who was just nearby with her leg all wrapped up, resting as she sat on a carved wooden bench.

Looks like the game is about to start. "Good morning, everyone!" greeted the old man. "Are you all excited?!" People screamed. "Are you ready to be eaten by zombies?!" Everyone laugh. "Anyway, before the start of the game, you had to know the rules! I'm going to pass the stage for our Miss Organizer!" President Gunford passed the microphone to a woman nearby.

“Come on, Nath. Look down. You can't deny that you’re eager for me. Your cock is practically begging me to say hello.” “Winter....” “I promise, just give me one chance and you’ll agree. You’ll agree to take part in the games. All of them. No holding back.” I’m leaning in to whisper in his ear when his hands clamp onto my shoulders. “Okay! Fine! I agree. We’ll take part in the games...all of the games.” I squeal, throwing my arms around him. “Oh, that’s amazing! I knew you’d give in.” But before I can kiss his cheek, he flips me onto the bed, straightens, and says, “The first game starts tomorrow. You should use tonight to prepare. You don’t have much time, and I need to use the bathroom.”

Every drone, every camera, every soldier was a witness to a war that had no mercy, no end, and no choice for failure. Bianca pressed herself against the final wall, hearing the faint hum of electricity and distant voices. She whispered into her comm, voice low and steady: “The game begins… and only one will rise from the embers.” Above her, Ash’s throne room was lit in molten fire, her gaze piercing the darkness like a blade. The daughter had entered her domain and the mother of war would not falter. The first sparks of confrontation leapt through the shadows. And the world waited.

It was the **Actual Beginning** of the universe, and it had just been woken up by the 5 billion screams. And it was hungry. -

Arlen had been avoiding the festivities, coming up with various excuses. The Hunger Games used to involve warriors and people from various walks of life, competing in a series of obstacles and challenges to become champions and win the royal prize. However, these games had now evolved into a showcase of the academy's students, with no expectation of bloodshed, yet still had thrilling moments. "The royal family will be seated to oversee the games and award the winners," Roxanne said, eager to share the first family gathering with the omega she was proud of. 'What does that have to do with me?' Arlen wondered. He couldn't see the connection.

~ As soon as Horia appeared in the Infirmary, Kenan looked like he was about to lose his shit. "Dyare! What is the meaning of this!" he growled at Lady Dyare who stood inches away from him. He was in a higher position than her and if he dropped the honorifics then he was really mad. Of all the supreme males, Kenan was the most reserved, so seeing him like this was a surprise. "Your Highness, the Hunger Games is coming to an end and it is only normal that it becomes tougher in the arena." He scoffed as he grabbed her by the neck as she struggled for breath.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 15 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 3rd Midnight of the Games ║ The game had begun, and I could only hope to survive the lies, schemes and humiliations that were sure to follow before I finally found a way to escape this place of malice and ill intent. As I made my way to the ominous black podium in the center of the room, I could vividly see Headmistress Rose smiled again for a hundredth time of today, her eyes alight with malice, "Come quick my beautiful and curious companion, let the games begin with you. Pick your poison — truth or dare — and let the unmasking commence. Whatever you choose, whatever is revealed, it stays with us,

“The original rules stated that any participant reaching the finish line within one week would qualify to advance. However, to improve the broadcast and further test the limits of the Strains... a new rule has been implemented.” I hold my breath. A terrible feeling crashes into my chest. The government would never let us clear this game that easily. “The finish gate before you will automatically open forty-eight hours from now.” “Two days?!” Ash cries in disbelief. “We have to survive out here for two days without food or clean water?!” The holographic screen changes, displaying a map of the valley and highlighting the five steel dome shelters we noticed earlier.

The race was on. As soon as the first shot was fired, thousands of girls burst across the starting line running toward the forest and mountains in the distance. The air was pulsing with fear, anticipation, anxiety, panic, and excitement. Adrenaline filled the air and endorphins pulsed through the blood of the first group of runners. The scents were so mixed, it would have been a miracle to pinpoint one specific person at the starting line. The participants were grouped into two starts, the hunters and the prey. The prey had been let loose with the first shot.