Hunger Games Winners Novels & Stories

So once they’d read their fill and selected a few more to bring back, we returned to the main room for dinner, then I left with the boys to sleep carrying the freshly laundered blankets. When morning came, we all went back to the main room to await to hear who would be sent in next. There are only two tributes left. And I hope that it will be Periboea. To ensure she is away from my brother. Thankfully we didn't have to wait long for the announcement.

Sixty one *Freya* Connor and I stood before the roaring crowd, our hands intertwined, my heart pounding with exhilaration and disbelief as Rafe's deep voice rang out: "The winner of this year's royal hunting games, the one who tracked and captured the elusive golden rabbit... is none other than Connor Turner and Freya Hadid!" Cheers and applause surged around me. I felt my cheeks flush and a shy smile spread across my face as Connor and I made my way up to the podium where Rafe waited, his eyes fixed intently on me.

“It flew right over the Glade.” “Find Colin and Avery and have them start a new pyre tomorrow morning.” Chastan turns to look at me. “Something big. It’s for one of our own.” I know word has already spread about the games, the deaths, and Lexa’s triumph. My people knew three shifters, three women, had ascended past the Culling, one of them our victor. And tonight, our champion. They’ll honor the wolf that didn’t make it out of the arena even if I didn’t make the command for a funeral.

LUKAS I left my mate with the hands of those two hunters but I was listening to their conversation. I heard everything and I knew those people are her dad warriors. I saw her walking toward me, like a queen she is “ those people were your dad strongest warriors” she looked at me like she was asking how do i know I didn't wait for her to ask “ I have seen them with your dad before he died.” she just nod her head but i know a lot is running through her mind

I said. “Never.” I increased pressure slightly. “I don't want to hurt you. But I will finish this. Yield.” Vanessa's eyes filled with tears of rage and humiliation. “I yield,” she choked out. The crowd erupted. I released her and stood. I offered my hand. She slapped it away. “Don't pretend to be gracious. You won. Congratulations.” Elder Thompson entered the ring. “Winner: Luna Sophie Turner. The challenge has been answered, and—”

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.

"We do still have two clear winners with the top scores." My head snapped up in surprise. Wait - two winners? Did he just say...? Mr. Hayes scrutinized the two tests in his hand once more as if double checking. "Our first winner is...Ella Thompson!" For a split second, my brain refused to process his words. Then elation exploded within me. "OMG I actually did it!" I couldn't resist shouting out. But my celebration was short-lived. Mr. Hayes promptly followed up with: "And sharing the top score is Amelia Stewart!"

She threw me a short glance and I could feel the air in my lungs suddenly disappear. Aunt Darla looked out at the crowd of researchers and her smile widened as she adjusted her glasses. “To everyone’s surprise, the winning duo is Dr. Alicia Grey and Jade Vermont,” she announced, and the room went completely silent for a second before it exploded into a loud and energetic standing ovation.

There is no such assumption that she will be immune to the flame—She could very well burn to death. That was enough to toss that idea quickly. The only sure way to know is by having sex, as that seems to be the only sure way. That and touch. A test of touch will be sufficient enough. Something akin to ten seconds of hand holding—filter out the tributes who last the longest without pain or burning.

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.”