Hunger Games Headcanons Novels & Stories

My heart hitches and my blood starts to boil at my mom’s assumptions about Kinsley. I want to scream and say that Kinsley isn’t Cillian’s future Luna. I am. I haven’t really told my mom that Cillian is the special alpha heir I’ve developed a special connection with here at the summit. Because of my friendship with Andrei, I’m guessing she’s assuming that I was talking about Andrei, and not the love of my life, Cillian. The love of my life who not only plucked my heart from my body, but also stands next to the she-wolf who’s been making my life here really challenging.

Still, the idea makes me cranky. Maybe I’m hungry. I skipped lunch. I haven’t had much appetite lately, and then I get starving and nauseous at the same time. My sister Drona says I’m getting ready for my first shift—and, therefore, my first heat—but I can’t handle that mentally, so I don’t dwell. I don’t want a mate. I want a snack. I’ll get cookies at Abertha’s. I know where she hides the mint thins in her freezer. Nia leads the way to study hall. We sandwich Bevan between us. Thankfully, his temporary insanity has passed, and he’s keeping his head down. There’s nothing Brody Hughes’ crew likes more than kicking a scavenger when he’s down.

"That's cruel. Like a Hunger Games," "What's that?" "Nothing," Dylan continues his story about Hayden who likes to make slaves as his guinea pigs. Feeding them every day with a different potion that leads them to die, except for Dylan. Fuschia got up, then traced Dylan's bare chest with her fingers. “So your body can be this sturdy because of that potion? That's like Captain America," "What?" "Nothing," Fuschia returned to Dylan's arms. Fuschia couldn't stop crying the more she listened to Hayden's hardship. What she went through was unfair, but it was the same with Dylan. Life is so unfair to both of them! Fuschia felt like gaining a comrade.

Phedra Elizabeth sighed, with a bored look on her face. “Why is this journey so difficult?” [Owner has another method. It's using unresolved money for the heroine.] "This is impossible. My family is still waiting for this money. I cannot spend it frivolously.” [Please continue.] "What happens? Bored already? Don't want to make the next leg?" Suddenly Duncan Hiddleston appeared from behind. “Also a little. Feeling pretty tired.” “Do you want more sugar in your body?” "How? I also started to feel hungry.”

Inside, Elena’s belly aches with the shock of future, the old ways be damned. It is not easy. It never is. Over the coming weeks, the hunger is ferocious, the cravings unpredictable. She wants raw liver at dawn, chocolate at midday, pickled eggs at midnight. The pack becomes fiercely protective, so much so that Elena sometimes feels like a prisoner in her own house, shadowed always by one, or two, or all three of her mates.

ALEX I close my eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath as I walk downstairs for dinner, the weight of work and pack duties bearing down on my shoulders like an oppressive force. Sometimes, in my most desperate moments, I wish I could escape for a week, take a break from the relentless responsibilities, and come back to find everything just as I left it. But I know that’s an impossible fantasy. The daunting task of ensuring my pack’s readiness in the face of a potential civil war has consumed nearly every waking moment these days, leaving me little time for Hannah. I miss her with an ache that resonates deep in my bones - the warmth of her presence, the softness of her touch, the way she gasp

"You imagined us." The words shook the network. The Architect, Elias, the Void King, the Witness—everything. The First Hunger's voice thundered. AND SHE IMAGINED YOU TOO. Its gaze settled on Luca, and the universe froze. Luca frowned. "What?" The First Hunger laughed—a sound of ancient amusement mixed with ancient frustration. HE NEVER UNDERSTANDS. More memories surged. Aurora stood alone in the endless darkness, dreaming of companionship, of friendship, and of love. She dreamed of someone who would choose her again, and again, and again, no matter what.

I growled at him, but he was not fazed, which made me even more angry. “If you truly are an Alpha, you better start acting like one. Even if Ingrid wasn't a part of this family, she's a pack member. Never growl at the person who gave birth to you!” I growled at him and within the span of a second I saw myself on the floor with my father's arms around my neck. “Kane!!” I heard my mum scream as she tried to pull him off me and he let go. “We own Ingrid our lives! If it wasn't for her parents, you and your mother wouldn't be here! They died, and she was just a three-year-old kid who knew nothing. If anything happens to Ingrid, you wouldn't like what I'll do to you.”

If anything, I wished they would cease the foolish bickering and go their separate way and leave me alone. I shiver, feeling a thread of pain down my back. It’s been happening more and more lately, especially whenever I feel the worst of hunger. I’ve been scarfing down loads of human food drowned in ketchup and pepper, but Aiden is right. It won’t last for very long, that much I know. But to take Aiden’s blood…. I shake my head, I can’t think about that right now. I’m anxious about seeing another family member, under any circumstances it would have been the best thing ever but he’s a villain apparently and I can’t hope for any security from him.

she said, her tone suddenly bright again, “have you put your name down for the next Crucible? I was on my way there and came to inform you.” I frowned, caught off guard. “Why?” “To go together, of course,” she replied, tossing her braid over one shoulder. “Unless you’ve already signed up and just didn’t tell me.” How would I have the time when we just met the day before? I shook my head and confessed. “I haven’t yet. In fact, I was supposed to be on my way but my legs brought me here instead.” Naryssa looked at me and gently linked our arms. “That’s because you treat your dorm suite like a safe zone. Your mind and Core are already aware of this.”