Hunger Games Tribute Guide Novels & Stories

“Mr…ummm… yeah. Mr Adrian, how are we going to take part in the game when you keep talking about irrelevant things? Give us the instructions because I need to paint my nails before four!” “Oh yeah, sorry about that” “Alright, team blue, we would be finding the golden treasure situated at the heart of the forest but the thing is, where is the heart of the forest? That is left for you to find. Since you are a team, you would be wearing tracking devices and a walkie-talkie that would allow you to communicate effectively because even though you search separately, you have to win as a team” “So if anyone is lucky to find the treasure, they have to present the gift as a team. For Renee, you would

Behind the lines of warriors, Beta Heimdall was seated on a horse along with two other warriors who were on either side of him. Behind him on foot were the slaves and Omegas which had come with him from Devil Claw Wolfpack. They had the tribute items from our pack arranged and well packed. Behind those slaves were people like me who had been forcefully uprooted from their packs in the name of being presented as tributes. I looked around and noticed I was the only lady among the tributes. I looked behind and saw wooden horse drawn carts which had most of Devil Claw Wolfpack's belongings and utensils and was also used to convey the tributes from my pack land to the dreaded Devil Claw Wolfpack.

The Genesis-Titan let out a roar that wasn't a greet, but a "Sovereign Command." "I AM THE HUNGER!" And the boy began to eat the souls of the Elite Viewers.

His hands went high first before his likes on the Same side table followed suit, making it 6 of them in total. “Seen. Those in favor of Guillemette fighting his battles and representing the pack??” Cassie raised her hand first, then the shaman. Slowly hands kept going up reluctantly until I counted six. Guillemette raised his hand last minute. “I volunteer for this tribute.”

He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun. I tried to suppress the fear clawing at my insides, but it was useless. My gaze flicked to Silas. He was already watching me. “Silas,” Orin said, his voice disturbingly calm, a twisted grin stretching across his face, “there’s no going back this time. You walk out of here free if you kill the boy." He took another step, the grin widening, enjoying every second of this sick game. "Come on, boy. Kill the beast. Join me. Continue the family legacy—hunt."

"Let's see what the Beast is getting for his charity." I let the shift fall, fighting to keep my eyes downcast, submissive. To suppress the urge to claw his smirking face. The other tribute girls eye me with a mixture of pity and disgust – a wolfless slave, lowest of the low. "Inside." He grabs my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You're first, little one." The inspection tent reeks of fear and humiliation. A raised platform dominates the center, surrounded by mirrors. My heart stutters – mirrors that will reflect any slip in my illusion.

I roll my eyes but don’t argue because it is true. One of us has to be sensible and I volunteer as a tribute. “Tell me everything.” I don’t wait for her to start before I add. “Everything!”

she hushed, and I let out a rumbling laugh. "So, let me break it down for you," a lady with short pink hair began. "We take turns rolling these dice. One has different actions written on them, and the other has different body parts. When you roll the dice, you either do the action on the dice or you take two shots of this bad boy right here," she explained, pointing to the large bottle on the table. "Oh, and your partner can drink for you, but they have to take four shots instead of two," she added.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Disheartened she just prayed that she finds something or the other is in the bedside drawer. When she opened the drawer the first thing that she saw was a gun. Isabella did not even touch it or try to lift it because she had seen enough of thriller movies to know that you could surely get your fingerprints on that and she didn't want anything like that to happen. though she gasped when she saw it for the first time, she scolded herself mentally like what was she expecting in the mafia leaders drawer.