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.”

*Day 2* Livia barely slept after the first day of the Lunar Game. The screams, the cries, the agonized shouts—they replayed in her mind all night like a torment she couldn’t escape. She had tried to watch, she had tried to be brave, but she hadn’t expected the brutality of it. After only an hour, she left the viewing room just to breathe. And now, with dawn breaking, her exhaustion was obvious—her eyes were red, her expression worn.

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

Growling through clenched teeth, I stepped forward, prepared to rip her apart, but a hand lunged across my chest, hindering me from doing so, “This is what she wants... She knows the fight will be justifiable to the pavilion only if you started it, you're tired and you must be hungry, if you start a fight now you are going to lose, they are just words, Lilith,” Damon stared in my eyes, before glaring back at Eve, “Words can't hurt.”

Not long ago, she was the one who always said those words. “What do you people want with me?” Nadine asked. “We know what you are.” The other one said. “Who are you?” Nadine asked. “I'm Juan.” The one with the gun said. “And I'm Lorenzo.” The other replied, “We're members of the Lycan Annihilators.” Nadine began to sweat, “From that name, I can infer that you two kill lycanthropes.” Nadine said shakily, already wondering how painful it would be when they pumped her body full of silver.

I know she won't back off until she gets Damon. I felt my wolf getting angry when she said those words but I managed to push her back. "I'm going to kick her ass," Alexia mumbled in my head. "I, Emma Jones, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at her and saw her smirking at me. "I, Ava Miller, warrior of the Blood Moon pack, challenge Valentina Charlotte Winston for the Luna position." I looked at the girl and saw her looking at me in disgust. I feel my rage build up inside of me.

She comes around the side of my desk so she’s facing me as she lifts herself up to sit on the edge of the large mahogany piece of furniture. “Hello, my love.” She returns my term of endearment with her sweet smile calming my somewhat frazzled nerves. Seriously, fucking vampires? “Yup, fucking vampires.” She says, picking up on my thoughts through our mind link. “How are Amber and Leia?” I ask, hoping our two little daughters aren’t too scared. “They’re fine.” Zella smiles, “they and the other younger pups are making Halloween decorations with some of the omegas. They’re probably covered in glitter at this point.” Ah, glitter. The herpes of the crafting world. Because you can never get rid of

No priests, no mages, just Edward tying a braided strip of sweetgrass around her finger while the frogs croaked in the reeds and the last of the summer light turned the water gold. And then, she got pregnant. "Two months," Victoria, the village midwife, said, patting Livia's stomach before packing her herbs away. "The heartbeat is strong, Liv. Keep eating that grease-bread." But the morning after she left, the air changed. Livia woke up with a violent jerk, her chest heaving, her palms sweating. The fog in her brain didn't just clear - it shattered, and every fragment came rushing back at once, sharp enough to cut.

I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas and robe, I was too comfortable. We walked to the training grounds and watched a couple sparing fights between pack members. I received many 'Hello Luna's and 'Good afternoon Luna'. I thought by now I would get used to it, but it still feels funny. After watching a couple Jackson came up to us and we chatted. He doesn't know that I'm pregnant, I don't want to tell many people and get them too excited, just in case... "Hey Luna, wanna spare?" I turned around and came face to face with a girl about my age. She was beautiful and had platinum blond hair.

And the world disappeared into the fire. Livia was not the kind to long for things. Born into slavery, shaped by battle and survival, fought her way from the lowest to the position she held now, she had never allowed herself to yearn. Not for love. Not for warmth. Certainly not for something as unreal as a family. Yet as she stood there, watching Emeriel clutch Aekeira tightly, whispering soft reassurances even as heat waves ripped them both apart from the inside, something unfamiliar stirred inside Livia.