Hunger Games Headcanons Novels & Stories

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.