Livia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Struggling only makes it tighter.” Alina blinked at the silhouette approaching—womanly, graceful, almost ethereal in the dim light. Long hair cascaded over her shoulders like spilled moonlight, and her eyes glowed silver with an unsettling calm. Livia Blackwood. Rhett’s sister. The name hit her like a slap. “You—” Alina choked. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Livia smiled, serene and sharp as a blade. “Most things you hear about me are only half true. Consider this an upgrade.”

she grumbled, attempting to go, but the old hag’s screw in the head seemed lost. Instead of placing her trust in her son’s words, she directed her finger towards Livia. “This woman? Became rich? George, you must be joking! She’s just a poor orphan you took pity on,” the old hag said, mocking Livia. Livia’s temper flared up instantly as she reacted to the remarks. Unable to contain her anger, she swiftly delivered a powerful punch to the old hag’s face. From the ground, the false teeth of the old woman fell. Livia had an urge to burst into laughter, but she decided to maintain a serious demeanor, even though deep down she was having a wild party in her mind.

She turned to Aurelia, "you mentioned we." "Oh," Aurelia smiled, "that's Flora's twin sister, Livia. Livia, come on out." Flora must be the dead girl, Aurora thought. Timid Livia creeped out of the kitchen, her face an epitome of fear. Aurora smiled at the pretty auburn-haired young girl. "How old are you?" She asked kindly. "Fifteen," Livia croaked out. "Great," Aurora beamed and said to Aurelia, "ma Aurelia, you won't mind prince Justus taking Livia's hand in marriage, would you?"

She said and once again, no one. “I hate this role.” She grumbled before taking a drink. “Alright.” She exhaled sharply. “Never have I ever slept with someone of the same sex.” Alexa took a swig of her drink. “You go girl!” Harvey and Ramirez hollered as she took the glass to her lips. “Never have I ever dated or slept with someone and kept it secret.” Luna had a shy smile on her face. Eve, Raphael and Luna downed their drinks. “Ooooh…” Martins wiggled his brows. "Who did you do it with, Luna?"

“So? If she rejects me or I die she might become your mate?” “I'm not sure. It's a theory Leon, that's all. One possibility.” He replied. “I'm gonna look more into it. I'll reach out to the council and see if they have any ties in other communities to allow me into their libraries.” “She one of us go check on her?” Liam asked from the window he moved too. We all moved over to look out the window, gazing into my mothers beautiful garden. We watched as Juvia sat on the edge of the fountain, taking in the view of the flowers surrounding her.

Ella’s POV Before I jump into the story that is my life, let me tell who I am first. My name is Ella, I am 17; soon to be in a few weeks 18, years old. I have brown eyes that are a bit wider than most people, which scores me some beauty points that make up for having a common boring eye color like brown. My skin is snow white and my body is mostly skin and bone; meaning I am very tiny and slim. The most beautiful thing I love about myself is my hair. It’s golden, very voluminous, and curly. It makes me stand out in a crowd, which is exactly why I always have it in a bun and secure it in a beanie hat. Because standing out is the last thing that I want. Why you ask? Well…

I never got used to the strange eye color of the Lunous, and after hearing Macy's story, I doubt I ever will. The crowd erupts in applause, and the announcer retreats as the two girls enter the arena. They appear to circle each other before settling into their positions in the pit. Bronte's dark skin glints in the sunlight, and Cynthia's silver eyes look so piercing that they give me chills. After a few tense moments of stillness, the two transform into their wolf, and a loud roar breaks the tension as they fight in combat. The Lunous girl, Cynthia, utilizes her heightened speed to go straight for Bronte's dark-furred neck, and it's immediately clear who will win.

In the beginning, I met a man... Lilith I want everything life can offer. Money, fame, anything... And I have it all. “You cannot make me get married to him, Father! I have other things to do with my life and Rayne De Luca of all people, he belongs to a rival family, what is going on in your head, Father!” My breath comes out in short gasps as I stare pointedly at my Father. The fact that he would sell my hands in marriage to a rival family is absurd and completely unacceptable.

"Good morning, Alpha Beaumont and Alpha Harvey. You wanted to see me?" "Yes, thank you for coming so soon. Please, take a seat," Alpha Beaumont directed, standing from his chair. I followed his command and tried my hardest to refrain from making eye contact with Alpha Harvey. The urge to smile at his forlorn face was immense. I sat up straighter when Alpha Beaumont stopped in front of me and leaned against his desk with his arms folded over his expansive chest. "As you know, the Luna Games is in full force. And it seems that my irrational and selfish daughter entered the games." I couldn't help it. My mouth dropped in disbelief.

she mumbled behind her hand. "Fuck off, Tanya!" I groaned, slapping her arm, and she laughed like she'd just won a prize. "You're such a little shit." "Yeah, but I'm your little shit," she said with a wink. I turned away from them both and stared back at the city lights. My reflection caught faintly in the glass door—long black hair falling over the green and gold of my dress. Before me stood a Luna. A healer. A mother. A girl who just wanted to survive and ended up in the middle of an ancient legend.