Hunger Games Tributes!!! Novels & Stories

"No, my king, this book is not for you, not today. Every living thing deserves to be put to rest, no matter how ugly or monstrous they may be." The last cart is the bigger one that has the tributes within. There are ten tributes within the cart that wear those purple robes. Among them is Bethah. They are all women and they're all about the same life cycle as one another. There are a few more shoulders that sit alongside the chosen druids, two that match the same fashion as the Fireborn soldiers from the head of the cart. One of them looms his gaze over to each one of the elven women but soon enough his gaze falls upon Bethah who is twitching from the nervousness. For a moment his still and s

"Let's see what the Beast is getting for his charity." I let the shift fall, fighting to keep my eyes downcast, submissive. To suppress the urge to claw his smirking face. The other tribute girls eye me with a mixture of pity and disgust – a wolfless slave, lowest of the low. "Inside." He grabs my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You're first, little one." The inspection tent reeks of fear and humiliation. A raised platform dominates the center, surrounded by mirrors. My heart stutters – mirrors that will reflect any slip in my illusion.

All I can say is, Hunger Games eat your heart out. “Tonight we are, of course, honoured to have our guest of honour grace us with her presence this evening. Our first and only three-time winning champion, the lovely and deadly, Blackheart,” he says proudly as he gestures to me while the room claps. I nod graciously to Hexton and the room of people who are calculating all the ways to kill me. Laughable for Hexton to make it sound like I or anyone else here had a choice in showing up.

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

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.

“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.”