Hunger Games Rebel Novels & Stories

“You stand by your comrades, yet not a single one of them is here to stand by you.” The middle-aged woman panicked, her eyes widening in pure terror. “Alpha, I'll talk! I swear! I'll be honest, I beg you!” she babbled. “They're high-ranking warriors! They planned to overthrow you quickly by sabotaging our facilities and corrupting our services from within. Everything was manipulated. But Luna Angie's return... it disrupted all their plans.” Malcolm's eyes narrowed to slits. “Oh? So you're in league with Rebecca, too?”

“Seriously, I’m useless right now. Lila, help me out here. I’m going to collapse from this hunger.” She finally sat up, untangling herself from Linc with deliberate slowness as she eyed me. I continued to lay it on as thick as I could. She rolled her eyes but sat beside me. She looked over the tray before she reached for the M&M’s. “So, the council made it official,” she muttered, tearing open the bag. “I felt it when they decided. Everything shifted.”

“You want to know the real danger? It isn’t swords. It isn’t armies. It’s hunger. Fearlessness. Rebellion.” My voice dropped. “People don’t rise because they want power. They rise because they are starving. Starving for dignity, for rest and for being treated like human beings. One day, you will get tired of being treated like dirt. One day, you will ask yourself what you did to deserve all this suffering.” I smiled, not kindly. “There will be no answers. Just bitter and painful silence and a maddening amount of anger.” I looked straight at him. “So take your chance now. Be hungry now. Seize the day. Rebel today. Break all the fucking rules before they break you.”

Emergency broadcasts flickered intermittently, overridden by cryptic warnings: Emergency Feed (blaring, distorted): “Patient zero terminated. System collapse imminent.” At a hidden safe house on the outskirts, a small band of rebels huddled around a flickering holo - map. Names weren’t spoken aloud, but one image flashed briefly on the projection — a pale, ghostly figure, a spark of hope amidst the surrounding chaos. Rebel 1 (grim, urgent): “We can’t wait for them. If the city falls, no one survives.” Rebel 2 (nodding, resolute): “We find out what EVO really was. We stop it — before it’s too late.”

he said and she just sighs went into their room. Albania, sitting on the couch while eating her Cake also feeds her bodyguards because even she is mad at them, she still has heart and feels pity for them. They can't go anywhere to eat because they are scared of the monster and Besides she can't look at them while starving outside. she wash the dishes then went to the balcony. She brings the books and reading for passing the time.

I really needed a way out. He stopped talking all of a sudden, and then a smile started to form on his lips. He said, "Lucian has invited us to the Mid Winter festival next month. It would be so fun," but I shook my head and told him, "Women aren't allowed to go there." "Well, we are the rebels, aren't we?" he asked with a sly smile. When he said that, I couldn't help but smile. CHAPTER 11 Athena's POV "I don't understand why women can't go there. Is there something special there?" I asked him. He had already been to the Midwinter Festival. Except for me, the other three had already been there.

The only rebels that had escaped the initial battle had been located hours ago, on the other side of the town, headed toward Aricornia. Despite Lightning’s confessions and all of the information White had gotten from her when she’d shot Hurricane, the forest was expansive, and these rebels had tools the Motherhood couldn’t combat. Tablets that told them where the Mothers were located, so long as they had their monitors on, which they had to keep on in order to communicate with one another. Shields that hid fire and smoke. Another device that would keep the hounds from scenting them. How they had managed to create all of these tools and keep them a secret from the Military Mothers was beyond

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

The mumble of moo discussions mixed with the sharp clatter of edges being honed, a steady update that savagery prowled underneath the surface of everything here. Situated close the fire, Lila constrained herself to eat, tearing little chomps from the dried meat she had earned. Starvation chewed at her, but each development sent sharp challenges through her throbbing appendages. Still, she kept her pose relentless. The rebels were observing, continuously observing, holding up for any sign of shortcoming. And among them, Jessa was the foremost tenacious. “Enjoying your triumph feast, princess?” Jessa's voice cut through the discuss, sharp with joke. She inclined against a carton adjacent, arms

“I'm sure you heard me.” “You're Athena's little sister. You really don't have to try to be a rebel.” His tone was light, making it hard for me to take him seriously. I could barely hold back a smirk. “I'm not trying to be a rebel. I've burnt my mother's pyre, gone against the bastard that called himself my father, and left my pack behind. I am a rebel. Have you gone through such? You seem to have been cloaked in such expensive coats all your life.”