Hunger Games Quotes Novels & Stories

“A trial by fire!” He says it with such glee that I become sick to my stomach. Flames screech as fuel is poured upon the wood, causing them to grow tall and wicked. Immediately my heart begins to pound, sweat forming along my brow as I gaze upon my fear manifest. They crackle and hiss, Ryker taking slow steps as he looks at the Tributes. Nobody speaks, not even the lords and dukes as they are forced to watch this insanity unfold. “Naturally, any girl who doesn’t burn to death will be the true queen. Who cares if a few tributes lose their lives?”

I murmured, forcing myself to speak. His brow arched, and his voice came out low, and husky. “Why are you sorry?” I hesitated. “You didn’t say anything. So I thought maybe I said something wrong. You probably—” “Chloe.” My name stopped me cold. “Y-Yes?” His eyes locked on mine through the screen. His voice softened, yet darkened at the same time. “Have you ever seen a starving man?” I blinked. “What?” “A man who’s gone too long without food,” he said slowly. “Who’s had to sit at a table and watch others feast, while he goes hungry. Even when what he craves is right in front of him, and close enough to touch, he still can’t have it.”

I had sat in this cage of an attic, curled up on a thin mattress, forgotten. I rubbed my hands over my face and whispered to myself, “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.” The words cracked in the silence, but hearing them out loud gave me a strange spark of courage. A plate of food still sat in the corner, Leah’s attempt at kindness. The meat had turned gray, the bread was stiff. My stomach twisted painfully, but I shoved it aside. Hunger had become my shadow, a quiet friend that reminded me I was still alive.

The old man said to her with all seriousness: If you are hungry, so you said to serve food and eat, why do you just look, I feel your hunger and your stomach is in pain because of this hunger. sera looked at her seriously and said, "I'm already very hungry, but what if he was putting me a drug pill or something like that, what am I going to do then and the worst is that it's a deadly poison I can't do anything and I will kill like this without a goal."

“We’ve lived in poverty, but we’ve never lost our dignity. Grandfather—you may be old, but to me, you’re still the brave hunter I grew up admiring. I am who I am because of both of you. Atthaleyah Galina is not weak. I can do this. Trust me... I have to go—for our family.” ---

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"Because I don’t feed on the dying." His smirk fades. "I’m already dead." The words hang between us, heavy and final. I shake my head. "Not yet, you're not. The dead don't speak." "Don’t be noble," he murmurs. "It’s wasted on people like us." I don’t move. His eyes darken. "Take it, North. I know what hunger does to us. You’re running on fumes." I bare my fangs but step back instead of forward. "I said no."

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“

“She made me kneel by the stove. Said, if I wanted food so badly, I should learn to respect it. She pressed a metal spoon from the fire against my skin. I screamed my heart out, but she didn’t stop.” Jacob’s hands tightened into fists. I heard the faint crack of his knuckles. I could feel his anger rising behind me, but I couldn’t say anything. I was barely keeping myself together. “She said scars teach obedience,” I whispered. “That hunger was punishment for being born wrong.” My chest tightened, and a quiet sob escaped before I could stop it. I pressed a hand to my ribs, trying to steady myself. “They burned you for hunger?” Jacob’s voice came out low and broken.

"No matter what challenges lie ahead, we'll face them together. We are a team, and together, we can overcome anything." As the fire continued to crackle, we settled in for the night, knowing that the true test of our abilities and teamwork awaited us in the days to come. The Hunger Games had brought us to the brink of our limits, but we were determined to emerge victorious, carrying the hope of the Crescent Hills with us into each new challenge that awaited us.