Hunger Games Tribute Guide Novels & Stories

A male like me does not get to sit there. I turn and stare out the thick glass, keeping my face totally still. Elder Grace’s stone lodge is totally packed with loud wolves celebrating the new pup's blood blessing. They took over the whole upper floor of the pack hall. Every wolf here is a big leader from the surrounding territories. When the truck stops, I jump out to get the tribute boxes from the back. There are three heavy wrapped chests inside. I hesitate, looking at them. Draven walks over, grabs two heavy chests, and shoves them into my arms. I look at the third chest—it has different pack markings on it.

He moved like he belonged to the night—the kind of step that carved a path through dark and made it bend to him. I watched him from under the awning as he crossed the street, collar up, breath visible in short puffs. There was a hunger in his stride that had nothing to do with hunger; it was entitlement wrapped in muscle. Barry was a storm you could read the weather for: inevitable, loud, and dangerous if you stood in the wrong place.

Before Nesca could react, Valdrek had already snatched her arm and they vanished. The teleportation was quick. In just a blink, Nesca was already inside the banquet hall. When Valdrek pushed her inside, he disappeared again. It took Nesca a few minutes before she could adjust. She had no idea that teleportation would make her so dizzy that she almost threw up. However, as soon as Nesca recovered, her face was suddenly horrified because she saw the tributes on their knees, refusing to lift their head up. Blood had spattered everywhere, fellow tributes died with their eyes wide open.

The scrying mirrors hummed with judgment: “Look at how she raises that rogue. The pup will be a menace to the territories.” “A shameless mother breeds a shameless daughter. She won't even make her apologize.” “Wait... I am watching the memory-stone. The pup didn't move.” Suddenly, a male in a formal tunic hurried into the room, sweat on his brow. He was a messenger from the inner territories, looking nothing like the production crew. He saw the box on the floor and nearly collapsed. “What... what has happened to the tribute?” he stammered.

The HUD adds a little winking emoji made of bioluminescent plankton. Remy: “No battles, no tridents, no world-ending stakes?” Celeste: “Just language lessons. And apparently a surprise gift when I hit 100 %.” The HUD pings again. First lesson drops tonight at 11:11 p.m. Location: the quarry (bring a swimsuit and zero expectations) Seras texts the group chat before I can even tell her. Seras: DID THE OCEAN JUST SLIDE INTO YOUR DMs WITH SYLLABUS???

Looking at him, I wondered if we should send him to the other teams, I'm pretty confident that Malina and I could handle these weak rogues. "Mal, the dealings has started. The council man you sent ahead to watch them just returned. He said they we're hiding the ammunition below the lake and their divers have started to bring it to the surface. They have brought to the surface 7 trunks. Should we attack now or wait till its all out?", Gerald asked and seeing it was mission based, I kept my emotions aside and focused on the mission. "What do you think we should do?", she asked and looked towards me, making me raise my brows.

Tonight, the gods feast. The tribe shifted, hunger gleaming in their eyes. Their plan was patient cruelty—surround, stalk, let fear unravel the strangers before striking. They wanted screams, not silence. One of the hunters crept forward, lips brushing a bone whistle. He paused, savoring the sight of the huddled survivors clinging to fire. Weak flames against the dark. He grinned, teeth jagged. Jenna Tiara stirred against her arm, the AI’s mechanical eyes glowing faintly blue. Mama, danger. Signals close. Systems unstable. The voice flickered, stuttering on the last word.

I followed her actions and rested my palm on the small of her back as soon as I was on my feet. When she was making her way toward the wrong direction, I gently pulled her by her waist and pointed the right one. Shaking her head to herself, she mumbled a quick sorry and let me guide her to our room. Once we got inside, she got rid of her jewellery and phone and turned around to raise her eyebrows at my silence.

He did not recognize her as a member of this mansion and judging by her condition, bound limbs, poor situation, and ragged clothes, he knows she is a captive. Her smell is also unique, she is not a vampire. He frowned before advancing towards her, the voice of one of the elders echoing behind him. “This is the meal we have prepared for you Lord, it is a quality dish because it is about a virgin princess who has been raised to the title of a saint among humans” Vladimir frowned, what is this feeling in him? Why does this human seem to get his attention when she's just a tribute to those old bastards? He should fire her or so and those old crumbling ones. But yet, he walks towards her without

I had a lot of assets and a lot of property, and I wanted to make sure no one got their hands on my estate that wasn't supposed to. I bit my wrist and held it to Jericho. He knew the process, I had gone over it with him already. He took my wrist and exhaled slowly, taking it into his mouth and drinking as much blood as he could stomach. “That should do.” I said, licking my wound to heal it.