Peacekeepers Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The Keeper looked utterly stunned, their river-like hair stalling into a dull gray. The Hunger whispered into the void, its rumbled tone filled with dread: NO. Aurora's heart pounded furiously against her ribs. She had never heard that specific tone of voice before—not from the Hunger, not from the Keeper, and not from the architect of reality. It was the sound of absolute helplessness. "What is the First Traveler?" she demanded, her voice rising in desperation. Nobody answered her. *Click.* The third and final lock clicked open.

He started calling him that yesterday. “Me too,” Miri says. “For Eda.” “Me,” Eda says. “For Miri.” Pike stands. “For the Last War. So no more kids get sold.” Twelve in total. Rook, Miri, Eda, Galen, Tobin, Bran, Dev, Jori, and four others. All over ten. All chose it. “Then we train,” Kael says. He’s limping less now. “Not to kill. To survive. To protect. To come home.”

“Whoa, why are they fighting?” Everyone turned towards the newcomer. Axen stood beside the woman, carrying a backpack and looking at the hunters. Axen’s smile widened as he saw Kyra. “Kyra!” Axen called Kyra with a smile. Kyra turned to Axen. Even Tyler looked at Axen’s place and looked at Kyra again.

As he had instructed her, she sat between his knees and he put his arms around her without interrupting his conversation with Rohan, one of the football team. She saw Rhett and Cameron arrive with the three unfamiliar girls, and Heath’s thoughts clarified in bright flashes. “… If the local pack doesn’t hold any interest to you, perhaps our wider community,” an unfamiliar woman suggested. “There are plenty of single she-wolves looking for their mates…” “Hey,” Cameron said as they joined them. “This is Erica, Patience, and Helena, they’re from Dawson. Rhett and I are showing them around.” “Hi,” the cheerleaders bubbled with enthusiasm and the jocks nudged each other with their elbows and excha

“Your mother was not a healer.” “I saw her,” I said. “I remember—” “You remember what you were told to remember.” A sharp ringing filled my ears. The ground shook under my feet. Kairos reached for my arm. “Seren, stay with me.” I tried. I really tried. But the shadow kept speaking. “She was a Keeper. One of the last. She carried the Thread long before you did.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “That cannot be true.” “It is why the Ravagers came,” the creature continued. “Not for control. Not for power.”

We could feel the cold wind blowing through the broken walls. My brothers were moving around trying to help the people who were hurt. Kaelen was saying goodbye to the warriors who did not survive. His hands were stained with blood. His face looked very sad. Ryker was talking to the people who survived from the South and his voice was low and angry. Jaxon was usually a person but now he was quiet. He was giving food and water to the people who were shocked and scared. I was standing alone by the balcony. The wind was blowing my hair across my face. I was holding a book and its cover was old and scratched. I did not need to open it because I already knew what was written inside. It was the his

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

My second brother, Hunter, and my fourth brother, Jax, were frantically trying to save a burnt pizza in the tiny kitchen. Their t-shirts still carried the faint smell of ash and fresh blood. "Dammit, this stupid machine is harder to break than a rogue's neck," Jax cursed softly. Hunter was holding a phone between his ear and shoulder. His voice was cold and bloodthirsty. "Tell the warriors to slaughter the rebels. No survivors. Burn their camps to the ground, and make it quick." My heart broke. They were out there shedding blood to protect us, and coming home just to cook for me.

Keira POV The recruits sat in rows, their backs hunched like broken branches, clutching bowls of thin, gray porridge that smelled faintly of ash and despair. The air in the camp was heavy, thick with the stench of unwashed bodies, smoke, and the ever-present tang of fear. Voices stayed low, barely rising above a murmur, as if speaking too loudly might summon the whip. Kaden’s men prowled the edges of the meal yard, their heavy boots crunching on the packed dirt, whips coiled at their belts like sleeping serpents. One wrong move, one raised voice, and those whips would bite.

“I, Serena, Ashbearer, Flamekeeper, and witness of the Hollow, vow to carry the fire in truth. To remember what others forget. To protect, not punish. To heal, not consume.” The flames around them flared golden. The First Flamekeepers bowed. “It is done.” The World Shifts Again Beyond the Hollow, the world stirred once more. In the capital, old kings dreamed of fires that whispered their secrets. In mountain monasteries, monks opened scrolls sealed in ash. And in the North, a dark figure stirred—a former Keeper turned devourer, hearing the fire’s return and hungering to extinguish it. The game had changed. But the war? It had only just begun.