Hunger Games Excerpt Novels & Stories

The black thorns weren’t growing like normal plants. They slithered across the white sand, more like snakes, twisting themselves around the villagers’ ankles as they screamed. Every time a thorn touched someone’s skin, that golden glow faded away, leaving just smoky gray behind. “My head!” the Auditor yelled, dropping to his knees and clutching his recipe book. “I can’t remember the smell of bread! Only the hunger! Only those starving years!”

Scar replies with an evil laughter. I decide to soothe my famished stomach while they argue. The nuggets were a treat, not only were they delicious, They seem extra mouth watering now that i was hungry. After a quick break we resume the fight, while Sam and Scar decide to watch us, in order to make sure nobody cheated.

The opening was now only a few inches wide. I looked back. In the center of the cave, the blue lilies were dying, turning to black ash. Standing where the stone bench had been was a figure. It was a tall, thin shape made of shifting smoke, with two pinpricks of white light for eyes. The First Hunger. It didn't speak, but I felt its energy in my skull. It smelled of rot and old graves. It pulled on my leg, dragging me back into the darkness. "Leave me!" I yelled to the others. "Get Raven out of here!"

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

My gums itched and my breaths came out in short pants. I needed to eat. I was so hungry. I was thirsty. I felt weak and overcome with the need to eat. Then, I realized as I crawled towards the still twitching body that I was hungry—starving, and it was the scent of blood drawing me in like a feast. My stomach turned. I tried to pull back and ignore it, but I couldn’t. My body was moving on its own, prowling towards the still twitching creature as its blood pooled beneath it.

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The youngest child tilted their head, calm, serene, almost curious. Sipho exhaled, the weight pressing down like stone. He could feel the Darkness around him, tasting, testing, pushing. The Hunger did not forgive hesitation. It demanded action, demanded sacrifice, demanded resolution. He stepped closer to the eldest child. “The Hunger marks you,” he whispered. “Your resistance is admirable… but it cannot last. One of you must falter. One of you must give in. And one… may rise beyond what I can hold.” The eldest child looked up at him, wide-eyed, trembling. “Please… don’t—”

Echo's laughter echoed in the room, a testament to the resilience that blossomed within her. "I am hungry, mommy." Echo said cheeky while trying to hide her embarrassment. Her cheeks had turned red already. "I know, baby girl. Your hunger made itself heard loud and clear," Faith jested, her voice laced with a tender playfulness. With careful hands, she brought the plate of meager provisions closer, revealing the modest fare. A slice of bread adorned with a smattering of vegetables and a scant portion of chicken graced the plate.

Until hunger roared to life in me once again. This time, it was worse than before. My hunger was intense and gnawing. I paused between the trees, the overcast thinning to let beams of the late sun fall through, but it was only a parting warmth before the grey skies would dominate again. It was as though the Sky Goddess couldn’t decide whether to bless me or curse me. In that last warmth, I closed my eyes and sought the source of the agitation in my muscles. My jaw clenched despite the urge to gnash my teeth. The phantom scent of flesh rushed into my nose. Without thinking, I took off, searching for something else. Not dragons. Something alive. A wolf’s instinct to hunt could never be subdued

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.