Novel Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Kara struggled the most. She had been a shadow for so long that being flesh and blood felt like a prison. Her body demanded things she had never needed before. Food, water, sleep. Warmth when the wind blew cold. Rest when her muscles ached. She had not known that hunger could hurt so much, that thirst could make her throat burn, that exhaustion could make her bones feel like lead.

A baby born screaming, born old, born gone. Balance. Seven impossible things fed at once. Storm. Fire. Earth. Hunger. Null. Containment. Me. The root that holds. The land paid to make us. Now we pay to keep it. “It wants a harvest,” I say. Tastes like blood. “Seven lives. One for each vessel. Or it takes from Duskbane. From the pack. Years off everyone. Pups born wrong.” Quiet. Then Moira laughs. “Oh. That’s all?” She stands. Stretches. The collar doesn’t matter. “Take me. I’m Hunger. I know empty.”

[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. ~~~

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

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But, it was opened before I even knock it. He was seated on the comfy sofa and reading some book which had weird kinds of handwritings. " What happen? Why are you so much frustrated?" he asked as he walked towards me. "We have to go out..., NOW," I roared as he stretched out his hands to me. " Slow down. What happened? What's wrong? " he asked. " Athena..., she is possessed by a vampire. I saw her eyes gleaming red and her voice was totally out of her character. She is being used to quench his thirst for the blood. Can you even imagine how many lives she had taken to quench his thirst," Heidi roared.

Whatever was really happening here, it was bigger than five million dollars. I set the cigarette down and rubbed my face with both hands. And then there was Elena. I sat back again, staring at the ceiling. What new game are you playing, Elena? She entertained me. She always had. From the moment she walked into my office for that interview, I’d known there was something more to her than a polished resume and sharp answers. I’d found out about Daniel. I’d watched her play her game. And I’d played mine right alongside her. But somewhere along the way, the game had become more than just a game. I wanted her, more than I wanted to catch this thief. But I am capable of getting both.

The green scenery was magnificent and the clear blue skies looked picture perfect. Cadmus Hunter, I knew that name because he was the protagonist in the novel I wrote! I named him after my childhood crush! What the hell is happening? The realization struck me too hard and I fell to the ground. That character— if he’s the protagonist then I must be— I immediately left running as the anticipation struck me. I really died. And now, I am here, in Lunaria Kingdom. A fictional best seller fantasy book that I wrote! Wait a minute, so... I am… in my novel?! I am in the “Kingdom of Blood and Moon”! The novel I wrote and had published just weeks ago?

When she saw me approach, she only eyed me long enough to see what I'd scored, before returning to a book she must have snuck into one of the baskets from earlier. The Hunger Games. I knew the premise enough to know it was part of an extensive challenge between morals and survival that seemed to have her immersed enough to focus exclusively on the writing beneath her gaze. But while I began to skin and prepare dinner, I realized she was using it as a distraction as she didn't do as much as flip a page. She was simply debating breaking our silence or remaining obstinate.

It's not my fault high school is an episode of Survivor. When the zombies come crawling for their brains, I will be the last human to remember history. I'm excited to be an oracle and pass down history through oral tradition. You're welcome, peasants. You'll be glad I read it all then. "I don't care what your name is, really," Kelly says as she rips my romance novel from my hands. "Give that back. That's my favorite novel." Kelly moves her arms in all directions keeping my novel from me. Her minions, Alexa, and Tia, watch with giggles flying from their asses.