Hunger Games Tributes!!! Novels & Stories

I felt Skylar's fingers intertwine with mine and I squeezed her hand reassuringly. The pack member's eyes raked us as we passed, with various expressions on their faces. They were obviously preparing for the Howling Tribute. The Howling Tribute, a ceremony performed to honour an important deceased pack member. Such as an Alpha, a beta or their mates. “Leah,” I said as we approached a room at the top floor of the mansion. She didn't look happy. “Who's she?” She nodded at Skylar, whose hand squeezed around mine immediately. “My mate, she stays with me.” I said firmly, making sure my message was clear enough.

“They want to see if he’s like our father. Some are seeking to align with us.” “And is he?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek with my teeth. "Are the tributes people?" Oliver’s head dipped down and he shook his head. “No, he’s fair. He wouldn’t put us in danger. Usually, the tributes are food, booze, or expensive gifts. Humans are not really traded anymore. I think Lucian just saw something in you that he wanted.” A door opened and Bash stuck his head out into the hallway, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “Did you bring me my favorite person?”

"I’m sure they’re just testing each other’s strength, Mother. It’s how young males bond, isn’t it? Why don't we look at your tributes instead? Samson spent months tracking down a rare moon-lily tapestry for you. I know you’ve been wanting one for your private den." She shot a sharp, meaningful look at Ritchie, then gripped Nora’s wheelchair, steering the old woman toward the stone stairs before she could witness the blood in the water. Seeing Logan surrounded by those high-caste predators in their polished boots and tailored suits—seeing them snarl and snap at his dignity—sent a jolt of fire through my veins. I clenched my fists, ready to throw myself into the center of that circle to stand

"In three years I've never seen them move a final selection date for anything." Nala gave me control of my body back but I swear I could feel the triumphant smirk she was giving me. I held her gaze for a long moment. Then I looked down at the bottle. "Fine," I said. -~~~ The meatloaf went out on Tuesday. By Wednesday morning, six of the forty-three tributes scheduled for final selection along with were reporting to the infirmary with stomach cramps. By mid-morning it was nine. By the time the session started, They were all sick and could barely stand.

She’s in her thirties and is wearing a jarring and bright contrast of a suit jacket, a skirt and a turban, plus a boa-sized layering of shawls and scarves. At least 20 minutes is spent filling out the personal information sheet. Because Kate is terrified out of her wits, she goes on auto-pilot. Her brain takes over and she has an almost out-of-body experience where she watches her own self going through the motions. The head examiner says “… yadda, yadda, yadda cream of the crop yadda, yadda, yadda…” and freely associating, Kate’s hyperactive imagination takes all of them to the Reaping. The head examiner – because of her eclectic fashion sense – turns into Effie. “Happy Hunger Games! And ma

Olivia’s POV Left in this room for a time, with the vampire guards watching but not touching or directing us, the other tributes started to talk and gossip. I overheard Number 4 introducing herself to the other girls, and learned her name was Lucy. She was proud of having such a low number, though, and insisted that a few of the girls address her as such. I imagined, had she deigned to speak to me that she would give me the same direction. Ignoring her, I tried to focus on some of the other girls’ gossip instead. From them, I learned that tonight was a Blood Feast, a ceremony for vampires who would choose and take away their favorite tributes. The highest ranking vampires had priority, picki

"What tribute?" "Well, the guests you saw in the banquet? They are from the Arcadia empire, it's a very powerful and dangerous place, there are tales of their brutalities. The king is weak and scared of them. They have demanded a Nobel lady as a tribute, and because of your crime, you are going to be sent off as a tribute. Rhiannon looked at him puzzled. " I don't understand, what do they do with the tribute?" He looked darkly. "I have no idea sister, but I have heard stories they sacrifice her to Zeus."

“You might need to send me back in time.” Jenny nodded and showed me the dagger in her hand. She was way ahead of me. The golems moved aside as the Masters stomped towards us, driving the people ahead of them. There must have been at least a hundred of them. “I thought they only took two or three tributes,” I said to Cheng who had appeared beside me. “This will be the last Day of Weld,” said Cheng. “There will be need for a lot of sustenance.” “People of Meet,” boomed Biscuit, “you who have been chosen, celebrate your good fortune.”

ß I take a deep breath and hope the onlookers don’t notice, standing like I’ve peeked at the girls before I did. The microphone sounds and the auctioneer starts the bid at ten grand. Holy shit.

AVA’s POV The night of Hunter’s challenge finally came. Me, Jared, Brock, and Syria all came along to be by his side. As we all entered the arena, everyone was screaming and cheering for Hunter’s name. It was fifty-fifty actually. But most are women, making my wolf growl lowly knowing how many women wanted our mate. I mean look at him. His toned muscles are visible as he is wearing nothing but boxers and shorts. Compared to his father who was wearing a massive armor in his body, Hunter is indeed a god.