Original Hunger Games Covers Novels & Stories

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

The cover really surprised me because it was only one golden embedded word written on it and that scared the heavens out of me. The cover spelled out, 'DANGER'.

And just like that, the covers of all four books–Nyllan’s complete works–were suddenly before me. The first book held the cover image of a seedling, a plant in its infancy; at birth. The second cover showed a green, growing bud, finding its potential and bursting through the surface of the earth. The last had been a withering blossom, brown and decaying in death. In tandem, they represented birth, growth, and death. An unassuming, unsophisticated testament of the life cycle.

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

Even Logan decided to make them a drink because he couldn't stand the drowsiness that assaulted him. “Thanks for the drink!” Alice looked at Logan who only the man nodded. They refocused on reading the books until "I got them!" Xander exclaimed when he finished reading the thick book with a blood-red cover. After Xander had finished the 2 thick books, his attention had been turned to the book with a blood-red cover with black and white wing crests in front of it. He had noticed that Alice and Logan had been ignoring the book all along. Even at first, the book was in the earliest order, but no one wanted to read it. He also wanted to ignore the book and wanted to have a book with a green cove

"I didn't bring a present on your birthday, so maybe now. Sorry for being late, and I brought you books that you may likeㅡ" I immediately closed the box and returned it to him. He was surprised by what I did and seemed even more confused. "I can afford my own things," I said and turned my attention back to reading. I saw him smile and scratched the back of his neck while still facing me. "It's up to you, the limited edition cover of the Hunger Games is still here.." He said softly but I heard it. Wait for what? Did he say limited edition? I gasped and immediately grabbed the box back from me but he was stronger and had a tighter grip on the box so I couldn't get it back. Fuck!

AVA’s POV The night of Hunter’s challenge finally came. Me, Jared, Brock, and Syria all came along to be by his side. As we all entered the arena, everyone was screaming and cheering for Hunter’s name. It was fifty-fifty actually. But most are women, making my wolf growl lowly knowing how many women wanted our mate. I mean look at him. His toned muscles are visible as he is wearing nothing but boxers and shorts. Compared to his father who was wearing a massive armor in his body, Hunter is indeed a god.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Hunter proclaims, switching back to his native tongue. I straddle his waist as I reach for the hem of my shirt. I pull it off and fling it to the floor. My hair immediately falls across my right shoulder and caresses my chest. I watch as Hunter's gaze on my body is unwavering. Rather it looks as though he could eat me right now.

The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree. With a hesitant finger, he pushed back the cover page. "The History of the Red Hoods-Abridged" Est. 1752 He scanned the table of contents. This book was over 3,000 pages long. He flicked through the pages, most of which were full of dense text, some depicting horrible images. He stopped on a particularly gruesome one of a snarling wolf standing above a pile of dismembered bodies. "The Massacre on the Moors" was printed beneath it. He shuddered and went back to the front of the book, his finger running down the page until he found what he was looking for.