Names Hunger Games Novels & Stories

But my victory is short-lived as more goons pour through the door like rats from a sinking ship. A cold dread settles in my gut as I realize I'm in deep shit. My clip's running low, and I'm outnumbered worse than a snitch at a family dinner. The weight of my choices bears down on me – stay and face certain death, or run and live to settle scores another day. With a silent curse that would make a sailor blush, I make my decision. It's time to make tracks.

The last three stories explored the diverse reactions of humans and animals to hunger and food. Anuri nodded. 'Exactly. A Battle of Will…’

Her heart slammed in her chest. But she didn’t react. Didn’t protest. Didn’t dare. Instead, Dante fastened the diamond necklace around her throat. Cold. Heavy. Claiming. His lips lowered to her ear. “You look better wearing something that proves you belong to me.” Something inside her snapped. She’d been taking care of herself since she was basically 13. SHE BELONGED TO NO ONE! Amara ripped the diamond necklace from her throat. The gem crashed against the marble floor. Gasps filled the room.

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

My father's grin broadened, "I am. There will be two phases of today's game. The first phase will be each alpha fighting against thirty men and women. To the fighters, if you're down for five seconds, you're out. While the Alphas are fighting, Kara, you'll be up against another fifteen. The same rules apply to the fighters you're going up against. Once all thirty of the fighters against the Alphas are eliminated, they will have to get to you. The one that, in theory, saves you, wins." "How do expect us to do that when she won't let us touch her?" Miles queried. "I got you these," Orion fished out two sets of leather gloves from his pocket and handed one set to Miles, "I didn't think we would

Rachael POV Hunger beat through my stomach so hard it felt like something alive was clawing at me from the inside. I grabbed my small bag with shaky fingers, the strap rough against my jaw. It had been too long since I’d eaten anything real, and every breath felt lighter than the one before, like my body was giving up little by little. If I didn’t find something soon, I knew I’d pass out. Maybe for hours. Maybe forever.

Adelina's soft voice echoes. My heart fills with relief and I open the door. She has a movie playing on her laptop, horror I think, and a bag of snacks slung over her shoulder. "Duty calls," she chirps before plopping on the bed. Adelina is already sprawled out on my bed, her laptop propped up on a pillow, and a bag of chips in her lap. The horror movie's playing, but she's more focused on her snacks than the actual plot. I sit beside her, glancing at the screen as a suspenseful scene builds up, but my attention keeps drifting back to Adelina and her never-ending supply of junk food.

Always watching. I looked at the tray. Watery broth, a chunk of bread gone stale at the edges. Steam rose in thin curls, filling the air with the faint scent of onion. My stomach growled, loud enough to make my cheeks burn. But I stayed still. Hunger was familiar. Hunger was another chain. Still… Cassian’s words haunted me. Survival isn’t about pride. It’s about being alive tomorrow to make another choice. I reached for the bowl. The metal was warm against my fingers. Slowly, I ate. Every swallow scraped against my throat, every bite tasted like rust. It felt like defeat, but it was fuel. Not for Reyes. For me.

"Beastkind are dying. No frills. No drama. Just fact. No daughters born since the plague’s last winter. Fewer sons. Old lines cut off. Dens are empty." Varrow’s thought is rougher. "Courts rot. Deals rot. Pride and fear make bad choices." Rime’s whiskers twitch. "The Great Games buy time. The Walled City calls it tribute. It is a leash. It keeps war quiet. But hunger grows. Despair grows." He pauses. "Some will not wait. Some will attack the walls and take women." There it is. Cold and simple. My hands go still on the tiger’s fur. “Take,” I say. It tastes like ash.

Xantiago calls through the room as they all start moaning at who they would like to be rejected so they might bid on those leaving the games. When I catch Hunter looking at me, his expression is quite peculiar. “I thought you weren’t playing favourites?” he asks through the link with his gruff voice. “I’m not, but this isn’t to the death, I need these games to work, besides round two is where the fun really begins,” I reply narrowing my eyes as he just nods, not looking convinced, turning back to the screen. Jennifer appears once more, adding into the mix as the girls, tired, bloody and covered in sweat, fight for their lives.