Hunger Games Tributes!!! Novels & Stories

“Boss, this is a good time. Their bodyguard is with them. Let me go plant the bug.” I don’t turn to look at him, my eyes locked on the women laughing on the court. My voice is sharp but steady. “Go now, Gabe.” I don’t turn around to face him, but from the corner of my eye I see Gabe slipping away through the south exit, heading straight for the car park. The Hunger Games has officially begun.

Module 22 pinged and overlaid the glyphs with the same three words: tribute / keepers / part. “Not blood,” Lizzi said, fast and brittle. “There are other tributes. Coins, wine, words—” The tapping came one last time—three impatient beats—and then stopped. From the dark, something answered the light with a low, almost subsonic note that sank through bone. The mural’s Minotaur eyes seemed to catch it and glow. Paulo whispered a prayer he hadn’t said since childhood. “Kyrie eleison.” Jessica lowered her hands, palms tingling. “We don’t feed it,” she said. “Not yet. We mark it, we document, we find a bypass.”

The maids in front of the human girl cleared the path for the maids who carried the food. The human girl stopped crying immediately she saw the maids carrying trays and the amazing smell of food that filled the room. The maids were relieved immediately she stopped crying but their worlds came crashing down when she closed her eyes, screamed and busted into another round of tears. "I am tired of this!" One of the maids screamed in frustration. "If this continues, we are really going to die!" Another panicked.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

"They named the fifth witness." "Yes," Dorian said. "Do you know who it is." Dorian looked at me. Not at Soren. At me. And in that look I read the answer before he said a word. "No," I said. Flat. Immediate. "Aria—" "I said no." I stood up. "Do not sit in my safehouse and tell me the fifth witness is me. I am the tribrid. I'm already carrying four anchor bonds and a prophecy and a Tribunal elimination order. I am not also the fifth witness."

“And it’s not a request I can ignore.” “Amara—” She didn’t answer. She was already on her feet, sliding into a fitted black dress, its neckline modest but its back daringly low. Her hair, once tied up, now fell in soft curls over her shoulders — a calculated choice. If she was walking into a lion’s den, she might as well remind the lion that she wasn’t prey. “You look like you’re going to war,” Nina muttered. “I am.” Tower 13 rose from the heart of the city like a shard of black glass. The penthouse floor belonged to only one man.

Hell no, yall should already know, nothing is ever easy. Trixie turned around making sure to stay flat on the ground. She kept her eye on Leviathan as she crawled back into the truck and found her bag stuffing the grenades back in the bag. Once she was done she looked back up and saw nothing, Leviathan was gone. “Where the hell is he.” Trixie whispered as soon as she asked, a three headed Leviathan appeared right in front of her. BULLSHITSONOFABITCH!” Trixie screamed, because she was trapped in the truck with a bag of grenades.

The pictures with bright smiles and staged sympathy, all for the show, just when you think it can't get worse, the failed promises. Yes, most times these children are promised a huge relief sum, and never delivered, or are given a small amount before what was promised. Funny enough, some of these so-called 'sponsors' don't mind blowing ten times that money on jewelry, luxurious but unnecessary items. The deceptiveness that runs through their veins…hopefully doesn't push me to the edge. Emma, on the other hand, looks way too excited, she's all smiles as she walks to our helicopter. "I've never been on a helicopter before," she tugs my arm.

“I don't need a lecture on the obvious.” She looked toward the centerpiece of the room. “I have a gift prepared that will settle this. Even if Scarlett is kin, she is a weakling. I will show the Ridge who the true Luna is.” The time for the Tribute arrived. Bria waited until the end, seeking the maximum impact. When she pulled the shroud from her gift, the hall fell into a stunned silence.

"This is going to be a massacre. We are all going to die. You don't outrun Clan Serenity. Those freaks will hunt every one of us down and kill us or worse." "And this is all your fault!" the other girl joined in. "You are the one who defied them. Everything was fine until you stopped offering them tributes." "Tributes." Angelica blinked slowly, feeling tears gather at her ducts. "Those tributes are people. People with lives we've been sacrificing for our own safety and way of life. It wasn't fair. The system wasn't fair. We had an opportunity to fight back and destroy them, so I took it—"