Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Tribute Names

“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.

"I haven't named for Only Snow Wolf yet, let's name it together!" Only Snow Wolf seemed to understand, and in front of him let out a small sound of amusement. Vivian Arnold focused on driving, peach lips sounded clear and gentle. "I don't know, what should I call it?" Tadgh Walter thought quickly, said. "I want it to keep you safe, so let's put it... Gunner Vivian, what do you think?" Vivian Arnold said surprised. "Why is my name inside?" "It's simple, this is my gift for you, hope you like it!"

I shrugged. “Asterion, what if it is one of the girls?” Melite shook her head. “If they are anything like us, they might not scream in fear at the sight.” Europa shrugged, smirking. Melite rolled her eyes. “Europa. Don’t be so vulgar. You were raised better.” she scolded. “Perhaps.” Europa shrugged. “I’ll put clothes on.” I said, wanting this to end. “Today’s tribute is…. Andromache!” Minos’ voice called out as I finished getting dressed. So another maiden.

They were the same two who had collected the tithes. One had a long, jagged scar that cut through his left eyebrow. The other had cold, calculating eyes that seemed to miss nothing. They were leading three horses. “The tributes from Reval?” the scarred one asked Fendrel, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” Fendrel said, gesturing to the girls. “June, Eve, and Winter. May they serve the Alpha King well.”

at least to me. "He needs something powerful, something with meaning." Maeve crinkled the chip bag loudly, looking at us for direction. "Well, start calling out names!" We bounced a handful of names around the room, such as Patroclus, Augustus, Frederick, and Theodore. Maeve turned her nose up at each one, even though Troy seemed willing to give the poor kid any name in the book at that point. Finally, we exhausted our efforts, slumping back against our chairs as we took turns handing the babies off to Maeve to be fed.

I sighed and turned away from them. "They named him Gedeon." (G-de-in) I looked over at her. She still spun the apple in her hands till we passed the giraffes and one of them happily took it from her. Wrapping its long bluish tongue around her hand. "What does that mean?" I muttered while we walked downstairs. Brett and his gaggle worked on the girls' breakfast. "Destroyer." She whispered with a roll of her eyes. Tsk. What is with these people and naming these wolves after horrible things? Tormentor and now Destroyer? Hell, the tiger's name is Cuddles! I disliked that.

Beth took a small step back, she was happy here and while she was sure Lillah, with her huge belly full of the egg she was required to provide, was genuine in her concern, Beth did not need the pity. “There are seven ‘trials’; one every two days after an Omega is chosen as tribute. This is from the final trial.” Beth indicated the left side of her face, so badly burned that despite the healing prowess of a wolf-shifter it had never recovered. “They take the stone from the trial prior, heat it in the campfire. When the flames have died you kneel in the ash and press your face to the stone. Every unmated male of age takes their fill, and when they are done it is over but, if you lift your head

Every pulse of pain shoved them further apart. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. The same demand, every night since the calm broke. I pressed my thumbs into my eye sockets and breathed through my teeth. "Marcus." My beta appeared in the doorway. He'd been waiting. He always waited on these nights. "The tributes," I said. "Is there one who resembles her." He didn't ask who. "The girl from the eastern valley. Dark hair, similar build. Not exact." "Close enough. Bring her."

She gets dressed immediately, but doesn't dare leave the place where she is. - What is your name? – the alpha asks, kindly. - My name is Katniss. - How old are you, Katniss? - I'm eighteen. - she answers without lifting her eyes from the ground. - Where are your parents? - They were killed by other rogues two years ago. - she replies. - Do you know the rogues that were chasing you? - No. I always hid and kept my distance from other rogues, but I was so hungry that I didn't notice their presence. I ran away. Sorry for getting into the pack.

"She will be treated like the tribute she will be." "Me? You want me as tribute?" I questioned. "She hasn't even reached maturity. She is too young and without her wolf. Name....something.... else." My mind went into a spiral while everyone at the table debated back and forth. Evander wanted me as a tribute. But why? Why me? And what is a tribute anyway? Would I be his wife? His slave? Would I cook, clean, and serve the pack? I asked myself so many questions while the leaders discussed this further. But only one question mattered right now. Would this save my parents?