Hunger Games Tribute Names の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t regret helping Kade kill him, he deserved it and I would do it all over again without a second thought but… now, I wasn’t so sure. The death of those monsters crushed Aurelia , the young, smiling girl that had helped me bandage my wounds when we were young was gone and in her place was someone filled with hatred and rage. I should have taken her away sooner, she should never have been there to witness it but this was all I could do to save her. Kade didn’t give her off as a tribute, her life was bargained for. Our help in wiping out her parents, in exchange for her life.

Normal. “Names,” I say. “They need names, before someone else names them.” Rowan tilts her head. “You, give.” Draven looks at Caiden. Caiden nods, once. “This one,” I touch the smaller bundle, a girl, “Lyana, for the mother I lost.” The baby blinks. “And him,” I touch the boy, “Geralt, so the name dies with honor instead of hate.” Caiden flinches. Then: “Good, make it mean something new.”

I'm sure she was thinking, 'yeah I knew that, you're the girl with Lunar Blood,' but she only nodded and stepped back beside the other boys who looked down and shuffled their feet. Finally, after an agonizingly long five or so minutes, one of the boys stepped up - though he didn't hold out his hand for me to shake, "Name's Bryce Jacobs." After everyone introduced themselves, I learned the other two boys' names were Trevor Henry and Chase Luis . I also learned the names of the two girls; Maybelle Wright - the blonde - and Grace Keller - the brunette. "Alright," Brandy announced energetically, raising her arms above her head, "now that we all know each other, we need a team name. Any ideas?"

A warm glow of love and acceptance that transcends the scars of the past. Within the embrace of her mate's pack, Henna has given birth to a baby boy and she has named him Willie, a symbol of renewal and the enduring spirit of love. Celebratory murmurs ripple through the gathered werewolves as they regard the infant, their hearts filled with hope for the future. Willie wil carry the legacy of his fallen namesake, my little brother, a reminder of the sacrifices made in the quest for freedom and justice.

Dante announced. “Twerkley, you’re never going to win,” Kimmy exclaimed. “I’ve won the last two contests. I’m going for the trifecta. The baby shall use my middle name, Aurora.” “Aurora is a pretty name,” I said, smiling. “What’s everyone’s middle name?” “Actually, my middle name is Hailee. I use it as my last name for my designs,” Morgan revealed. “How did I not know that?” I said, puzzled.

If I recall, Guevarra is the last name of the leader of the Moonshadow pack," he said, making Aleah pause. How was she supposed to explain that she didn't carry her father's surname because she was his illegitimate child? "Never mind. "I don’t want to get involved in your family's troubles. "The way I see it, I think I know why you were sent to become my wife," he continued. "Arrogant," Aleah muttered under her breath, though he heard her. "First, I'm the Demon Alpha. Now I'm arrogant. "What else do you want to call me?" he asked, causing Aleah to bite her lip. "Hunter Bryant. Or you can just call me Zen. That’s my name. Better remember it, rather than calling me all sorts of names," the you

Once a wolf finds her fire, no trap in the forest can keep her down. "Jordyn’s words have set my blood on fire," the pack-host announced, stepping up to the center of the dais with a wide grin. "Since Ava Hart is also in our midst, why don't we demand a tribute from these two sisters? Will you give us a song of the old wilds?" The hall responded with a deafening howl of approval. The host nodded, looking down at us. "Our Alphas agree. Go prepare your throats while we finish the lesser tributes."

The same kind servant girl approached with the same cautious smile. "You must be someone special. New tributes usually share chambers." "My name is Elena," I said before she could introduce herself. She blinked in surprise. "How did you—" "Lucky guess." I looked at this brave girl who would one day lead a servant rebellion and felt overwhelming affection. "Thank you for your kindness. It will mean more than you know." "Are you feeling well? You seem... distant." "Just overwhelmed. Everything is happening so fast." But it was not happening fast. It was happening exactly as it had happened before, every word and gesture a nightmare of repetition. I was a actress forced to perform the same play

EPILOGUE . JULIE . It has been five years of our marriage and life has only become beautiful with my partner. Nick. We have a two-year- old baby girl. Her name is Narois. Yeah, the name is given by Nick only. It means flower. Nick's favourite flower.

Even had the guts to call me by that Name. Bella. That is the name of a weakling, I am not a weakling. Bella stood there and allow her parents to die, and she cried and ran, but I'm Ashanti. I'm the one revenging them, I'm the one fighting for them, and fighting for the truth. Even if they weren't my parents, they raised me as their own. Treated me with love and I watch them being taken away from me. I'll find that boss.