Monologues Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Gabriella paused as if suspecting something, her footsteps grew louder at each step. Mona shut her eyes tightly, silently praying Gaby would turn around. Getting caught was not part of the list. A short gasp escaped from her lips. “Who’s there” Gaby called out. Mona bit down the whimper that threatened to escape. Her footsteps finally reached the pillar Mona hid behind. “Gabriella” A stern voice called out “Yes young master” she replied, turning around with a bow. “My, is the meal ready, i didnt know the kitchen was far away”

“Oh, Mother. He’s right. I’m Hunger. Without a stomach, I eat everything. Eventually. Even you.” “Or,” Alistair says through the puppet, “you refuse him. And we all learn what starvation looks like on a goddess.” “Shut up,” I tell all of him. I step forward. Kneel. Glass cuts my knees. Don’t care. I’m eye level with Eli now. He smells like hospital and lightning that never strikes. “You bind to me,” I say. “Rules. You don’t puppet my people. You don’t eat my kids. You don’t go back in their box. You get a room. A name. You get told no and you listen.”

[The Hunger of 7.0] The screaming in my head had finally stopped, replaced by a cold, hollow hunger that didn’t belong to my stomach. It was a vibration in my marrow, a demand for something physical, something solid. For the first time since the mountain, the Heir wasn’t just a voice—it was a parasite looking for a door. ~~~

Her fingers moved quickly across the screen: *Dear James, Welcome to your new life. Your grandmother has made a wise choice. We'll begin your training immediately. The future of the Bennett legacy is now in your hands - and ours.* She hit send, then turned back to the screens where the Caldwells' destruction played out in real time. Lora screaming. Samuel drinking. Emily failing to maintain her perfect mask. "What do you think they're doing right now?" Alexander asked. Mona's laugh was light and cruel. "Exactly what I once did - realizing that everything they built was standing on sand. That all their plans, all their schemes, all their cruelty... has finally come back to destroy them."

“Centuries of hunger, centuries of blood amd loneliness. All because one king refused to give a god what was owed.” He lifted his gaze and looked around at everyone. “Tell me, why am I the one to suffer for another's sins?" The witches exchanged glances, their expressions softening with sorrow and empathy . Asterion lowered his head, his fists trembling at his sides. “Every soul who stepped into this cursed maze. Heroes, warriors, innocents alike. Their screams have never left me, they torment me each day and night”

The image flashed again, the neat stacks of money sitting inside my purse like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. My jaw clenched again. “No,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not doing this.” The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out, forcing myself to move like everything was fine. Training was already in session when I walked in. Smith glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small nod and continued. I joined in, trying to focus. But my mind kept slipping back to him; the note, the breakfast, and the money.

“Move out—now.” Agents shuffled—heads down, rifles slung low—humiliation thick as they retreated; choppers whined skyward, vans growled off, dust swirling in their wake. Monroe lingered last, trench coat flapping as he stormed through the dining hall doors, throwing Jeremy a final look—rage, promise, defeat. Then he was gone, night swallowing him whole. The dining hall fell still, chandelier light pooling soft on the walnut table; dusk had slipped past hours ago, the tall windows framing a sky gone black, stars faint pinpricks.

In the middle of a silence so deep it rang in their ears, the hologram of Lucen Dorne stared at them, his smile a mask of unending cruelty. “You all look so confused,” he said, his calm voice filling the empty room as if he were savoring their bewilderment like the finest wine.

“Why do you keep shaking?” The whisper comes from a female beside me, her voice barely audible. I hadn't even noticed her gaze on me until now. I'm shaking, I realize, my body trembling since me and the other slaves were forced to kneel as King Sven, Katniss Whitlock, and the dignitaries from Cessi and Selenium feast. There are no palace guards around, but there are Gammas and some servers. There is also a lone bard playing music on his lute, the uplifting melody a stark contrast to the reality facing me and the others kneeling.

“The Rift sings for you.” A pulse of energy throbbed beneath her ribs, responding to the call. She clenched her fists, shoving the feeling down. “The only thing I feel is the need to end this.” The figure laughed, a sound that echoed eerily. “End this? Oh, child, you still don’t understand.” They spread their arms, gesturing to the ruined palace. “This was never about war. This was about balance. You’ve tipped the scales, Lena. You think you’ve won just because you made it back?”