Hunger Games Monologues Novels & Stories

"We're burning out, Malakai! We need fuel, or we won't be able to dig ourselves out when the storm breaks!" "He's right." Roman's voice is calmer but strained. "We can't keep going like this. The hunger is going to override everything." I sit there in the dark, listening to the monsters fight over me. My hands are still on my neck, and I can feel my own pulse hammering against my palms. They're arguing about who gets to feed on me. Like I'm not even a person anymore. Like I'm just meat.

Hiccups shook my frame, making my pregnant belly ache. “Every time I find a scrap of happiness, it’s ripped away from me. Every time I think I can finally breathe, someone puts their hands around my throat. And now... now I’m a prisoner to a…bloodsuckerwho plays with his food!” I wiped my nose, my breath coming in jagged, pathetic sniffs. “I’m tired. I am just so... so tired of fighting and surviving.” Finally, I steadied my gaze and stared directly into Luca’s unreadable eyes. “Please let me go. I'm begging you with everything I hold sacred. You won,” I sniffled, blinking back a fresh wave of tears, as my voice cracked, “I'm broken now.”

I said. “Then you should die alone,” Ghen snapped. “You see us all, we are not accepting defeat until the last minute.” “I like your fate.” I mumbled. Just then, my stomach grumbled loudly, and I remembered I had not had anything since breakfast. I also remembered my deer stew and cussed at Noel. Oblivious of the deep shit I was in, my stomach grumbled again. Even louder than the first time. “Welcome to the club,” Logan's men said to me.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

Money always talks and I have more than enough right now. My strength was beginning to ebb; my poundings came at longer intervals; my feet beat the painstakingly slow rhythm of a burial march. I drew in ragged breath after another, inviting the foul fingers back into my throat again and again – a demented adult film of sickening proportions. A squeak from rusty hinges; someone was coming in – or going out, I realized. They were leaving him there to die of hunger and thirst. No! No, no, no, no!

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—”

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

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.

“You’ve proven yourself. You carry the strength of the forgotten. North Creek will tremble when the time comes.” The crowd howled in approval. The sound filled the cave, bouncing off the walls until it felt like thunder. Mira stood taller, feeding on their praise. Her eyes shone again. I stood in the back, half hidden by the shadows. My stomach still churned. Every sound of cheering felt like a nail driven into me. When the meeting ended, I found Mira near the firepit. She was cleaning her blade, humming softly to herself. The sight made my chest ache. “You don’t have to do this,” I said, my voice low. “You don’t have to become what they want you to be.”

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 I shove a spoon down my throat, and at this point, the taste doesn’t matter; I’m already perishing. A second ago, I thought I would die from hunger. “I want you to stay clear of Magnus,” Corvin declares, and I shove down another spoon. “You won’t tell me what to do,” I choke, barely able to swallow the amount of rice stuck in my mouth. I mean, who is he to do that?