Hunger Games Headcanons Novels & Stories

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

He looked at Lyra. “Thank you, kid.” Lyra _beamed_. _Six_. Then she _swayed_. Kieran caught her. “Too much?” he asked. “_Not enough_,” she whispered. Four. _Hungry_. “That was _one_. I need… _more_. So much _more_.” She looked at the pack. At Gregor. At the warriors. At Tempo and Echo and Nero. _All_ of them. And she was _starving_. ---

Her heart broke, and hot tears filled her eyes. Her father, Alpha Jones, and her mother, Chloe, weren’t fond of losing sight of their daughter for a minute because Alicia was their most priceless treasure. “Then let me out of these chains! I need to find my parents!” Alicia charged, and her head wound opened up, bleeding again. Beliar looked at her in pity, without saying a word. Beliar kindly responded by attending to her bleeding head wound. Hayes wasn’t seen much by his pack as the Alpha. He always made himself available to them when the matters at hand had passed over the heads of his top officials. He was more than an alpha to them in all the lands.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

The relief in his eyes could not be more obvious, the fact that he was so scared of losing me made me feel warm on the inside. He chuckled, “Yeah, I would rather not live in that kind of world. It probably would be overpopulated. Life will be tough, yeah, with genetic mutation caused from incest from brothers and sisters, fathers and daughters…ew! It won’t be long before children will be born with just heads, right?” “Right. I hope it doesn’t come to that.” I hesitated before I went for a hug, friends could still hug, right?

It's bad for a pregnant woman to be hungry, maybe they won't like what I can do . It's a marriage, so they're going to get married. I hate chewing, sometimes dad still puts food in me. Sometimes Draco is next to me on the right, Aki, Adrian and Carlos are in front of me. They also put in my plate. Then they look at each other, shrug their shoulders. I looked at them, I just ate and ignored them.

The moment I woke up here, the first thing I felt was immense hunger, but since that day wasn’t very good and the maids also were just abiding by the strict diet Heather put up, there was only a bowl of porridge. “But at least that porridge was very delicious….” Recalling the taste of the porridge, I suddenly felt hungry. “I wonder how many days I have lost consciousness….” Regardless of what Heather used to do, I changed many things about her own personality. Heather now was more like Jade Liang than Heather Jade Aczen. “What if Mom is worried sick about me?” I can’t help but be concerned about my family. I have fainted now a lot of times already. The first time was when I awakened my telep

It had become a familiar feeling, awfully familiar. “You think you can handle the ceremony?” Orion asked, watching me through the reflection. “I don’t have a choice,” I muttered. “The cravings are getting worse. I can see it.” He wasn’t wrong. Every day, this maddening hunger for Scarvyn venom grew more unbearable. I needed fights, blood, pain… anything to keep it at bay. But it wasn’t working. Not as well anymore. My mind drifted to a particular red haired girl. “Have you noticed anything strange about the Scarvyn sisters?” I asked suddenly, fastening the last button of my coat.

“It’s not as much fun as you might think. You guys only have them when you’re out of your quarters because you don’t have a sister to let them in. Jacob should already be having that problem. You have all these girls hoping that they are going to be your mate so they try and get your attention before you turn eighteen. Don’t get me wrong, it is nice to have a selection to pick from if that’s what you want to do. And like I was saying earlier, with all your emotions and instincts through the roof, it is just... ahhh. Then your guilt sets in and you start thinking shit this girl could be someone else’s to play with or a friend’s sister. And you don’t want that friend to hurt you or their Fathe

Now, my gaze drifted between the fresh blood girl, the vicious Bone Yard, and the Head Iron Warden standing like the physical embodiment of hostility. Then my stomach growled again. Aggressively. At this point starvation genuinely felt more dangerous than the Arena itself. I needed to do something about it but I doubted anyone casually walked up to the Head Iron Warden requesting a meal. But I was reaching the stage where my organs might begin eating each other. So sacrifices had to be made. I inhaled once. Then started walking toward her. ** The kennel smelled like heat, sweat and surrender. I lay awake on the rough sleeping platform now while bodies shifted around me endlessly in the dark.