Hunger Games First Chapter Novels & Stories

I've always had naturally low energy, so growing up, I basically treated myself like I was a corpse. While other kids are learning to talk and walk, I'm busy figuring out how to keep my body temperature low and my heart rate down. In a game of hide-and-seek at preschool, my classmate locks me in a cabinet. I'm fine being alive or dead, so I just hold my breath and wait for death to take me. I even thoughtfully arrange myself like I'm on a slab in the morgue. When he finally opens the door and sees me looking dead, he bursts into tears and wets himself, saying he's killed somebody. Later on, a human trafficker spots me on the street. The second his hand clamps over my mouth, I slip right

"How—" "I can see it." She stood, crossing to him. She raised one hand and held it two inches from his chest without touching him — and he watched her face as she read the heat, the way he'd seen her read visions, with that calm, focused, unsettling precision. "It's started." "Yes." She lowered her hand. Looked at him. "Are you in pain?" "Not yet." "When?" "It accelerates," he said, "as the feeling grows. Right now it's — manageable. Warm. Later it will be less manageable." He paused. "The gods who made the curse were not cruel enough to make it fast. They were precise enough to make it slow."

The first thing that is taking place right now is that I am pinned to the wall by my throat, which is knocking the air out of my lungs, and I am being tossed across the room, with kicks and fists greeting my body. Black dots are taking over my eyesight, hands are all over my body, and the last thing I heard is an animalistic roar not far away. ____________________________________ Sixth Chapter!!!! How was it Word Count: 1039

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m

Although I do prefer not using anything, except for when I'm truly hungry. I made my way into the backseat and waited for Mom. After a few moments, Mom arrived. She carried snacks, of course. Typical Mom. I stretched my hands to reach the pocket of the front seat. This is where my stash is hidden. Today, I am going to continue reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, don't get me wrong, I loved the movie. But the feels were on the book. I scrolled throughout the pages and the next thing I knew was that I finished it and that we have arrived.

And I can't straight since the monkeys are blocking the entrance. I clenched my fist, and looked straight at him in the eye, and bit my lip hard, trying to keep all the heaves and whimpers in. Pathetic! The boy brought his hand and twirled my hair around his finger and I tried hard not to gag at the sight of his filthy fingernail. Ew, disgusting!

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!"

Feed… feed… feed… And Kael knew, with growing dread, that this was only the beginning. ☠️ End of Chapter 7

"The place where the first 'Vat' was built. Before the government, before the wolves. The place where the 'First Author' died." "The First Author?" "Alice, you were the 'First Subject,'" Rowan said, stopping to look at me. His bronze eyes softened for a moment. "But someone had to 'Write' you. Someone had to dream of a girl with golden ink. And that person is still 'Online.'" --- ### The Hunger of the Wastes The journey took weeks. We moved through the ruins of cities that had no names. We were hunted by "Feral Packs"—shifters who had lost their minds to the hunger. But every time a wolf lunged at us, Rowan simply looked at it.

My legs moved faster than I thought possible, propelled by pure, desperate instinct. I grabbed the plate, my hands trembling uncontrollably from weakness and urgency, and devoured it. I didn't care how I looked, how animalistic my actions might seem, shoving food into my mouth like I'd never seen it before. I didn't care if it made me seem desperate or uncivilized. Hunger had no shame, no dignity. My hands shoveled the food in, tearing at the bread, wolfing down the meat. It wasn't warm, it was bland, almost tasteless, but I didn't care. It was food, and my body cried out for it, absorbing every crumb.