Hunger Games Book Novels & Stories

I saw Jules Verne's books, The Hobbit and Lord of Rings series, Hunger Games trilogy, and a lot of books that had managed to catch my attention but I had all of them at home. That's when my eyes caught Percy Jackson. I had two among the series and I had three remaining, so without any doubt, I picked them off the shelf gracefully. Out of all the numerous books in this category, I chose those books. Of course, I like them but I had not thought much about completing them, it was intriguing but I just did. It was as if I was under an Imperius curse or something. Whatever! Right when I turned I came face to face with Karthik, who had an eyebrow raised going under his chocolate bangs. I distanced

“One thousand years ago, my home, the kingdom of Everaya, was the most powerful nation in my world.” He begins. “Unfortunately there were those within the kingdom who were unhappy with the way things were and the King was murdered. His queen was pregnant at the time and went into early labour. She died and the baby survived. This baby was the Fellstar heir.” He seems to pause as if to let this sink in and then continues on.

He was hungry. It was a hunger like he’d never known before. Not only was he ravenous beyond description, but his heart was beating double time. Was it because of the adrenaline that flooded his veins when half a dozen vampire guards rushed at him, tackled him to the ground and bound his hands and feet before dragging him before their king?

The weekend went by and now it was Sunday evening. I was currently sitting up in bed reading one of my favourite books; The Hunger Games. I can't count how many times I've read it. I was so indulged in the book, that I hadn't heard the soft tap on my window at first. When I hear the second tap, I put the book down and listen. After a while, I hear it again. Yep, I definitely wasn't imagining things. I rest the book on my bedside table and got off the bed. I went over to my window and open the curtains. I slide the window pane up and look out. Tyler was sitting on his window sill, looking as comfortable as ever. He had a few pebbles in his hands.

Despite the urge, I remained calm, realizing the fact that it could be actually dangerous. I walked over to the kitchen and set up my plates, ready to feed on the meat I had cooked earlier. Trying to scoop a morsel into my mouth, the desire to open the book returned, and this time, I couldn't hold back. This was beyond being in suspense and it led me to drop my plate of meat and eventually flee the kitchen. I rushed back to the couch and stared at the book for a moment; what could possibly be inside that fed my desire? I thought for a moment and eventually flipped the first page of the book open.

If he hadn’t shown up, I was sure Lexie would still be here today. I found my hunger had doubled since she left and I found myself having to feed more often but only on blondes that looked like her. For the first few months I would only feed but then I came across a girl that looked just like Lexie and I ordered her every time trying to fill the hunger that I had in Lexie’s absence for her. But even though the girl looked similar, the taste wasn’t the same and it never satisfied me one hundred percent.

I was to get pregnant and then be killed by Bas. I had accepted my fate. My life was short, but it was well-lived, and for that, I was grateful. Walking out of the bathroom, I dressed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Sitting on my bed, I picked up the only book Darius had left me. Of all things, it was a geography book—a cruel irony in his claims not to let me die of boredom. I flipped through the pages, trying to focus on the text, but my mind wandered. The stark white pages were a contrast to the dark, suffocating thoughts in my head. Each page turned was a reminder of my confinement, the walls closing in on me.

"I didn't bring a present on your birthday, so maybe now. Sorry for being late, and I brought you books that you may likeㅡ" I immediately closed the box and returned it to him. He was surprised by what I did and seemed even more confused. "I can afford my own things," I said and turned my attention back to reading. I saw him smile and scratched the back of his neck while still facing me. "It's up to you, the limited edition cover of the Hunger Games is still here.." He said softly but I heard it. Wait for what? Did he say limited edition? I gasped and immediately grabbed the box back from me but he was stronger and had a tighter grip on the box so I couldn't get it back. Fuck!

The scar over my heart pulses—not in agony, but in time with Eos's distant song. "Garden of Hungry Ideas" The books are screaming. Not metaphorically. The library's ancient tomes wail as their stories are ripped from the pages, ink unspooling into the air like blackened veins. The Hunger doesn't eat paper—it devours meaning , leaving behind hollow shells of words without context. A child clutches a fairytale collection to her chest, but when she opens it, the pages whisper only grocery lists and tax codes. My null-scars throb in time with the devastation. I press a hand to the darkest one—the memory of Kieran's betrayal etched into my ribs—and let it resonate. A discordant pulse shudders th

I pretended like I didn't hear him because I'm very well aware that it is not the right place to let out my pride. That's how we both started to search the book named "The Hidden secrets." until 2 O'clock but the damn book nowhere to find. Hunger knocked my stomach frequently begging me to eat something although I reminded her that we are here to search the book, not for eating, but couldn't able to control myself I asked him shyly, "Why don't we eat and resume our searching?" but no response. "Blake, I'm hungry." I turned around and whined like a baby but the place where he stood before was empty.