Hunger Games Tributes!!! Novels & Stories

“I’m afraid the owner of this house is already dead, Rory.” My knees suddenly turned wobbly. “What?” Elijah nodded. “Who owns this place?” “It’s Logan Hickman, the football coach from SHU.” Feeling suddenly lightheaded, I dropped onto the second step of the stairs. Elijah remained standing, and the flashlight beam bounced on the polished floor. “Tala said he’s the fourth sacrifice, Elijah.” My voice was as weak as my spirit. Each tribute was a step closer to the prophecy. They only needed one more, and I’d be next on death row.

He inquired with lustful eyes and I smiled as I patted his shoulder, knowing that I had struck the heart of his desire. "Yes, food." I reply with the same amount of enthusiasm. "More food like…" my eyes wandered to the bodies of the late gammas. David eyes brightened for a moment, but then he said, "What about whole-grains like rice, beans? Normal food?" "Don't push your luck rogue," I bit back harshly, "Would you rather die out of starvation or keep killing your men to survive or, you can feed off of unfortunate werewolves like these?" I guestured to the bodies of the late gammas.

I heaved, throwing up more than I could possibly have eaten in the last twenty-four hours. Lillith stared at me, worry creasing her face. "What's wrong with her?" "I don't know. Maybe it's from getting knocked around this morning," Burney answered, moving over so Lillith could kneel beside me. "What happened?" "We did some hand to hand training with Stan." Dave chuckled, sounding way too amused. "What was today's pick?" "Run and Dodge." "Ouch." "I made sure I took her weight every time she fell!"

Luckily for him it wasn't. "Jarvis, show me my entryway camera." I said. "Yes ma'am." He replied and the camera showed on my phone. Sure enough, the giraffe I did in fact kill while visiting Africa, was stuffed, standing tall and proud in my huge entryway. "See, isn't it cool?" I said proudly showing off my kill as if it were a trophy. Though in essence it was, just like he would be soon.

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

~.NOVA.~ Under the moon's watchful gaze, we had on the grass hidden from the tributes we saw earlier. Suddenly, a distant sound reached our ears—a haunting melody that echoed through the night. We exchanged wary glances, recognizing the tune as a signature of the Hunger Games organizers. "It's the anthem," Horia whispered, her voice tinged with dread. "They're showing the fallen tributes." We looked up at the sky. There, illuminated by the moonlight, were the faces of the fallen tributes, their images projected like ghostly apparitions.

He lent me a pencil once. “Next up is Angela Landsbury! All the best Angela!” My blood freezes. Not Angela! I had been so absorbed in my worries that I had forgotten that Angela is a wolfless omega too. “And our third tribute is Hope Summers!” My chest deflates and I close my eyes. I do not know how to feel right now. The principal’s squeaky voice drones on and on about the history of the games and the next venue. All this time, Blake does not let go of me. His grip remains firm.

“I have a thrilling idea that can not only spice up the banquet, but also speedd up the tribute selection.” He grins and my skin shivers. It is the smile of someone who only holds malicious thoughts within their head. “The tributes will undergo a test; one that is absolute in selecting the presence of the True Queen.” The banquet doors open once more, knights clad in black armor carry burning coals and chunks of wood before dumping them onto the marbled floor and building a makeshift pyre. “A trial by fire!”

I grip his hand tighter as i pull him towrd me grabbing his throat with my other and squeeze as I say" Let me guess daddy dearest didn't tell you what I am?" And the guy tries he really tries to get my grip losen around his throat but he can't as he says" Wh... what... do...you.....mean?" he's struggling to get his words out. "I mean dumb ass I am a lot stronger than you being a tribrid." i say nonchalantly and his face oh how i wish i could have taken a picture of it as his face turned stunned and shocked. His eyes are so wide I thought they were going to come out of their sockets. "But enough about me I'm getting hungry mind if i take a bit?" i ask and i swear this guy is fucking more stup

Whitney Cole blurted out without thinking straight and instantly regretted saying the wrong name while biting her lower lips. “Well Jenna, you’re the only tribute remaining and you have to serve me before midnight or you will be a dead bone at dawn,” Aiden said with a cold voice that made Whitney tremble with chills. “Come on Mr. handsome, I thought we’d become friends. Why are you talking about some tributes and dead bones? Can you just remove the part about serving you and send me back to my pack?” Whitney blinked twice pretending not to be afraid. Meanwhile, Aiden frowned thinking Whitney was scared of him just like the rest of the tributes sent to him that he couldn’t stop himself from a