Hunger Games Characters Finnick Novels & Stories

Cara growled in my head, irate that someone dared to touch our mate. “Calm down, girl. Making a scene will only make us look insecure and give them exactly what they want.” I urged her to relax. Just then I felt a new presence next to me. “I make it a point not to pursue mated females, but I’m not above helping one make her mate jealous.” Finnick’s sultry voice spoke in my ear as his arm slid around my waist. “What?” I looked up at him questioningly. “I saw you watching him with all those women. Criminal if you ask me. Especially with a mate as beautiful as you.” I blushed at his compliment. “Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine. Walk with me.”

This wasn’t the time for sympathy. We needed answers, and we needed them now. “What’s your name?” I asked, my tone still cold, but softer than before. He hesitated, as if revealing this final piece of information would seal his fate. “Finn,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Finn.” “And your sister?” Rowan asked, his voice still low and dangerous. “Mara,” Finn replied. “She’s younger than me. She’s… she’s just a kid. Please, I’m begging you, don’t let them hurt her. I’ll do anything. I’ll help you. I’ll fight. Just… please.”

He stalked a deliberate path to the seat beside me, his wolf coiling inside him, and probably mine, responding to the magnetic pull between us. Finn lounged against the far wall, arms crossed, grin teasing and unrepentant. He winked at me, flicking a paper at my desk like a child daring me to react. My lips twitched in spite of myself. Gunner appeared moments later, carrying a stack of food with an exaggerated, theatrical flourish. “Thought you’d be hungry,” he said, setting it in front of me. His dark eyes held a glimmer of humor and warning, but my wolf pressed against him, hungry for more than just his attention.

“You look familiar.” Elena tensed. Hard. I swallowed thickly. “What’s your name?” The girl lifted her chin with innocent pride. “Fia.” The boy stepped in front of her protectively. “And I’m Finn. We’re….” “Enough,” Elena cut in quickly. Finn frowned. “But…..” “Not now.” Her tone shut him down, but gently. Like a mother used to making hard decisions. My chest felt like it was being carved open. I cleared my throat, voice shaking. “They’re mine, aren’t they?”

“Yo, my bad. Forgot to bring you a rose or something.” Atlas didn’t care about his tone and just looked at him, already munching on an apple. “Naomi, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Naomi had been completely stunned by Finnick’s casual behavior when he came in. She only came back to her senses after Atlas reminded her. “Atlas, this is Finnick Doug, my friend—you met him before.” “Finnick, this is my husband, Atlas Knox.” One was introduced as the husband, the other as a friend—it was obvious Atlas was in a good mood. Finnick, on the other hand, glared at the man through clenched teeth. What a schemer.

My mate, Ethan Rickman, is an Omega without a wolf. No official position is willing to hire him. That means we live in poverty, but I've always believed that our love can overcome anything. Seven years after our mating, hunger drives me and our son, Theo Rickman, to dig through trash bins late at night, looking for food. Theo moves quickly and quietly. He's become skilled at it. With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!"

Shrugging my shoulders, I finished my food and cleaned the kitchen before deciding to retire for the night. Finn startled me when I went out of the shared bathroom. He was sitting on the couch, looking blankly at the nature painting hanging on the wall while eating ice cream. The corners of my mouth downturned because he had beaten me to it. Not minding I was still in my bathrobe, I sat beside him, looking like a lonely kitten waiting for my favorite human to give me some ice cream. “I’m not giving you any, Kitty,” Finn said, suppressing a smile.

"This is Lady Elsie. Daughter of Alpha Garrath and Luna Nyra of the Midnight Pack." Finnick's gaze shifted to Elsie, and she felt the weight of his assessment. He was not handsome. Not anymore. The scars had seen to that. But there was something in his eyes, a quiet strength, a deep sadness, that made her trust him. He had suffered. He understood suffering. "You are the one who needs a champion," Finnick said. Elsie lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. "Yes," she said, her voice steady despite her fear. "I am."

The cottage feels too empty with only five of us remaining. I pace the small space, my body healing slowly but my mind racing with everything that could go wrong. Marcus heading into elf territory where one wrong word could mean execution. Stark facing ancient vampires who might see him as a traitor to his kingdom. Kara approaching a dragon who could incinerate her on sight. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor," one of the remaining guards observes. His name is Finn, a young wolf who lost his pack to false accusations of theft. "Sit down before you collapse."

No wonder Finn would rather live on the streets than stay there. He crawled toward me on his knees. "Mom… Have you seen my mom?" So, he didn't even recognize me. Since leaving Melvin and him behind, I'd dropped nearly 20 pounds and gotten my looks back. Neil gave me a quick look. "Who's the kid?" I shook my head. "No clue. Never seen him." Then, Finn seemed to recognize my voice. His face lit up with hope, only to fall apart in desperate sobs. "Mom, I was wrong… I'm so hungry. I want your honey-glazed pork chops… please take me home… Mom…"