Hunger Games Tributes!!! Novels & Stories

They say that you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and I’m trying like hell to do that but…after three months of cat and mouse games, my prey just walked into my office and delivered herself to me. A gift horse indeed. Or maybe a Trojan horse? What’s Dobrev up to now? Our middle man, John, welcomes her in with a bow. “Miss Dobrev, you’re looking well.” he says. “Uh huh.” She nodded, “You’re looking…prosperous.” She tells John. I’m hard put not to snort with laughter.

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

“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.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

Chase always asked me where i get all this weird references from and i educate him about another region called earth, where i once travelled to with my Momand i got lots of soveniers from there. i heard the rustling of the bushes around me and i took my fighting stance when a white bunny came out, it looked so adorable that i almost did not want to kill it. keyword being almost. “fuck it” i said after contemplating and dashed towards the poor prey, within seconds my throat was tingling with pleasure as i drained the blood out of the bunny, once i was done i looked at the bunny that now looks mummified and could’nt help but feel a tinge of pity.

"And I'll savor every moment of the revelation." "Then we're both getting something out of this arrangement." Velis paused, eyebrows lifting in genuine surprise. Around them, the guards shifted uncomfortably—they'd clearly expected begging or screaming, not this calm acceptance of fate. "Such defiance. It's almost... refreshing. Most tributes are broken long before they reach my attention." "Maybe your other tributes lacked proper motivation." "And what motivates you, little prince? Duty? Honor? The desperate hope that someone might rescue you?" Velis moved with the controlled grace of a predator who knew the kill was inevitable—there one instant, close enough to touch the next.

The common room of the Crimson Wing was an opulent, suffocating gold-and-velvet cage, and every eye in it was waiting for me. When I stepped through the arched entryway, the frantic buzzing of noble whispers died instantly, plunging the room into a heavy, volatile silence. The nineteen tributes were gathered in loose clusters around the silk-damask sofas, but the moment I appeared, they shifted as one cohesive unit, drawing away from me like I was carrying the plague.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.