Hunger Games Tribute Names の小説・ストーリー

Seeing Kenzie shake her head and smirking in amusement, he resumed, “No? Then your name must be Katniss… because you are starting an uprising… in my district.” At that point, Kenzie chuckled. As she covered her mouth, she admitted, “You are a funny guy. I never would have guessed in your Armani suit and the way you carry yourself." “Seriously, sweetheart. What’s your name?” Andrew asked again, grinning while looking more serious into Kenzie’s electric blue eyes. Briefly, Kenzie ogled at his face. After a considerable amount of contemplating, she sighed and answered, “Kenzie. That’s my name.”

"Splendid! My bloodline commands the finest young talent in the Condex sector. We shall hold a grand banquet at the central fire-orbs tonight to celebrate. My wolf has yet to properly welcome klinton since his transit back from the Ashgrove Wildlands." Mirelle’s jaw tightened at the sound of my childhood tribal name, her scent turning bitter for a fraction of a second. She had deliberately named her own pup Tahlia because it mirrored the rhythm of klinton's name, intending to systematically overwrite every remnant of my mother Mcqueen Sterling's bloodline, but hearing it spoken aloud by the Alpha still irritated her skin. Forcing her facial muscles to relax, she purred, "Naturally, Husband!

But they brought me a blanket and hot broth. Alpha Tristan knelt beside me, gently placing a hand on my wrist. “You’re still here.” I gripped his fingers. “Still fighting.” He pulled away. “We need a name.” “Bloodborn.” My voice rang clear. Alpha Tristan frowned. “Name matters. Otherwise, it’s just rebellion.” “A title is a promise,” I said. “A warning. So, Bloodborn—born of blood, destined for more.” He thought a moment, then nodded. Lycan Xander lumbered over, face weathered. “Whatever you plan—I’m with you. Rogues, defectors, exiles—they’ll hear our call.”

His eyebrows and eyes were very much like his father's, while his nose and mouth resembled hers. "Tell me, who was the one who kidnapped you today?" Amanda sat down beside him and asked. Tod frowned. "Mommy, his name is Orlando." Amanda understood. Orlando and the others were subordinates of Hunter. His real name was Ogilvie. The Lion King wasn't from F country; he was from X country. Many of his people would take names from X country to make them easier to remember. Hunter's original name wasn't Hunter either. She didn't know his real name.

I witnessed each tribute bleed out, and burned while they chanted their cry for the return of their kind in the kingdom of Sapiro. Each Century was a new cohort wanting to have their names sung by the succeeding generation of wolves as the heroes who reinstated the power they lost. “That’s why we are here.” Tayen hummed. “Henry?” I nodded, “Nolani is with us too.” A sound caught between a groan and chortle slipped past Tayen’s lips. “That child is still under your care?” She and Nolani didn’t like each other’s gut. They were identical poles vying with one another.

“Hmph, selfish. Girls, let’s just introduce ourselves to them. “ The quiet lady was beautiful. The silky hair that fell below her shoulders like delicate waves were complimenting her symmetric face perfectly. Not to mention, she looked angelic. And I knew she’s the type that Mister Limuel would want for Sean. “Ah,” I finally replied, “That guy who’s wearing maroon is called Tambo while the guy in white is Tikboy. Haha, I told you not to ask because their names are not as gorgeous as their faces. Do you still have questions? “Ahahahaha, where the heck did those names come from?

"Yes. I named him after my favourite actor Tom. The guy that played in the series Lucifer recently. I find him to be strong and smart both physically and mentally." I opened my eyes wide. "I love that guy too. He is awesome," I said enthusiastically. "You should keep his original name." He stared into my eyes for a while then looked back down at the plate and grabbed a spoonful of spaghetti. "So, Simba it is," he said with a grin. I smiled with my bright eyes shimmering at him. "Nala and Simba," I said testing it out. "It's perfectly splendid." "We need to prepare for tonight," Luka told me as he held his fingers gently between mine still sitting down on the table with the empty plate in fro

“Exactly, Liv, don’t be a dumbass about this. She’s tiny and loud and she’s got your genes too even if the hair is doing that traitor thing. We can call her Tiny Terror until you’re ready, or I don’t know, something badass like Blaze or Riot or whatever makes you feel like she’s yours and not some ghost from your trash family.” Mia was already digging in her bag again pulling out another candy bar like snacks fixed existential crises. “Or Nova, like a star exploding back to life after all that poison crap. Strong. Bright. Nothing like your psycho sister. Come on, say it with me, Nova, Nova, we’re naming her Nova and moving on before you spiral into a full meltdown.”

The team led by Gambler was also well thought out. “Unlike your horrible naming sense, I think we did better. The party’s name is Freedom. We don’t want to play by any shitty rules. We just want to make it out of here alive.” Indeed, Zen agreed with their choice of name. The Gambler might not have loyalty to anyone, but Zen believed in his selfish will to survive. Carnage wouldn’t offer this crafty teen the protection he needed. However, if Guild Survivors could lend him a hand and provide the resources he needed to live it out, he would lend them his strength in exchange.

“A large one — enough to shelter children like me. The ones who have no standing, no name, no one to fight for them.” Whispers broke through the silence again. “I was once one of them,” I continued. “Or worse. I was paraded around like a trophy. Abused, silenced, and made to smile for the cameras beside a man who wore his cruelty like a badge of honor.” Gasps erupted again — louder this time. I didn't need to mention his name for everyone to know who I was talking about.