Hunger Games Tribute Names Novels & Stories

"Hey, Katniss! Want to join us?" "Lia, I need to talk to you about something important," I began, but Lia appeared not to hear me. Instead, she tugged me toward the bonfire. "What's up?" she asked, still smiling. Ollie and Alexei turned their attention toward me, and I knew the moment had come. I took a deep breath. "My name isn't Katniss Sloan," I began, "It's Serena Mitchell."

Another slice was cut in the shape of a girl. Ah. " Who is this two, sweetheart? " " If we have a girl, I named her Khaleesi Yumi Rewis Athanas. " " If a boy? " " I named him, Khaeill Yuki Rewis Athanas. " " Beautiful names, sweetheart. " But it felt too surreal that for one moment he seriously considered if he was dreaming. Sleep had become his only refuge in recent days, the only thing that saved him from the emptiness of his life and the sharp agonizing pain of his hunger.

Catching the crowd’s judging, puzzled glances, Erik flushed crimson, scooped Rose into his arms, and bolted out. Leona simply cut her hand, looking utterly unbothered, and let a trickle of blood drip into the ceremonial cup. “One blood, one soul. I, Leona Lombardi, swear to love and respect Stellan Norgaard as my mate and Alpha, to support and obey him until death sets us apart.” She passed the dagger to me, and I cut my palm, dripping blood into the cup as I repeated the oath. “I, Stellan Norgaard, swear to love and respect Leona Lombardi as my mate and Luna, to guide and protect her until death sets us apart.”

How dare they? Calm down, Fia. Don't show weakness unless there's a reason. Recalling my father's teachings, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “What’s with the names? You guys named after virtues or something?” I glared at Bravo, who wasn’t named after a virtue. More like his personality. But the others were Honour, Moral, and Kelly. Kelly grunted, but that was the only response I got. “What’s your story?” Bravo asked, his lip curling.

The heat of the sun blazed on my one free leg yet the rest of me was twisted inside this black hole. A one-time experiment just to help me on an exam Kate would do fine in any way? Why not. Like he said, tip the scales my way for a change. “What do I need to do?” “You say my name and your tributes together,” making it sound so easy. Such a heavy dense noise coming from such a little oily gloop. “My name is Berlarot”, the very walls of the cave seeming to tremble with unseen power. “Berlarot…Kate, Berlarot…” pausing as I wondered what I was hoping to achieve with this. Survival right now, to get the hell out of this cave. Just one time. A little test.

With a large, pleased grin, I turned back to the front and snuggled against his strong chest, and said in a dreamy voice, “Then let’s have two football teams of kids. They’ll all be Tommy’s siblings.” The Mafia King chuckled. “You sure?” “Yes!” I chirped. “We’ll have enough to end the feud. Our families will be united as one.” He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head as the horse throttled peacefully along. “What do we call them?” “We’ll need a system for their names.” “We’ll go by alphabetical order,” he suggested. “Adam Lux-Virtus.” I shifted aside to look up at him again. “Lux Virtus?”

The whole town had been destroyed by the betrayal, resulting in so much fighting that this delicate fourteen-year-old girl was the only survivor left from the little village on the mountain. The young girl sits hunched over her small wooden desk, devoid of all materials but those she brought with her, as she works with nothing but candle flame to drive away the darkness in the small, dank cabin that smelled of dirt and drying blood. This is where the girl made her name as the messenger of the Covenant.

Zinjo's eyes and face went wide with shock, “I don't think...” “Zinjo, I will handle this matter my way, as I am victorious over their so-called leader.” One of the twisted people who walked upright asked, “What are we to call ourselves then?” Once another tribe is conquered one expects a little resistance, here the order of the gentle tower accepted Aurelia's superiority without question. She decided to name them after a creature she read about in a book, “Since you are all made up of different creatures, I name you the Chimera clan, and this Islands shall be called Cameron.”

The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of fresh earth and blood. “More of us may fall,” I admitted. “This war is not over, and the cost will be high. But know this; Those who fall do not die in vain. They die as protectors of this pack, as defenders of our home. They are not lost. They are eternal. They are our fallen heroes.” A ripple of agreement swept through the crowd. “And we will avenge their deaths. We will win,” I said, my voice rising. “We will fight until there is nothing left to give. We will stand against those who seek to destroy us. And we will emerge victorious, for we are Crescent Grove.”

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.