Picture Hunger Games Novels & Stories

polished metal, sharp corners, and on it… food. Hot. Steaming. Savory. My stomach twisted at the sudden influx of scent. Roasted meat, fresh bread, something spicy and tangy. It didn’t matter what it was, just that it was real. I stared at the plates, throat dry. They wanted me to eat. Was it drugged? Poisoned? Maybe. But if they’d wanted me dead, they had more than enough chances already. So maybe this was their next game. Fine. If hell was coming again after this, I’d at least face it with something in my stomach.

I mutter staring off to the side out of a huge window which gazed over the view of many buildings and what appeared to be a training ground behind them, many young men seeming to be practicing their skills under the warm sun. “B-but the Alpha had told me to ensure you eat-” The girl begins to say once again pushing at the matter for me to eat, but with how much Archer had won in our little game of mates, I wasn’t going to allow him to win this one. “And I said I wasn’t hungry; the Alpha can shove the food up his ass!” I shout throwing my arms to the side to get this woman to shut up, but when she only jumps back from fear at my sudden outburst and rubs her hand up and down her arm, I couldn’

,her voice breaks. "are you hungry?",I jear her belly growl but she nods no. "no thanks we aren't allowed to eat",I hold my growl because she is already fearful because her brother is hurt. He starves his pack and for that he deserves death. "well here in our pack we feed everyone honey and you won't get in trouble for eating so I want you to eat. Now how does pizza sound?",her eyes fill and I hug her to me and just let her sob. All the kids look beat down and now in the bright hospital lights we can see how malnourished they are. Bruises are on each kid and I feel the rage come back.

The hunger became a driving force, fueling my determination to overcome any obstacle in my path. I focused my gaze on the unappetizing food, contemplating the choices before me. Should I succumb to my hunger and eat, regardless of the distaste it brought? Or should I resist, holding onto my dignity, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of seeing me weaken? In that moment, a spark of defiance ignited within me. I realized that my hunger was not just physical; it represented my craving for liberation, my yearning to reclaim my power. I would not let them break my spirit, not even through the torment of hunger.

Scar replies with an evil laughter. I decide to soothe my famished stomach while they argue. The nuggets were a treat, not only were they delicious, They seem extra mouth watering now that i was hungry. After a quick break we resume the fight, while Sam and Scar decide to watch us, in order to make sure nobody cheated.

“I must have a chat with the gentleman over there.” Georgina didn’t need further encouragement. Her appetite had long been ignored in the midst of chaos and fear. Without a word, she delved into the masterpiece before her, the flavors dancing on her tongue like a forgotten melody. The hunger that had gnawed at her for so long seemed insatiable, yet she couldn’t help but savor every morsel.

"What?" "I don't know. It is stupid. They think it is so cool, but it is much faster to just chop it, but boys have to make everything a game." "Sounds ridiculous." "It is. Let's eat. I am not going to wait around for the guys. I am starving." Helen looked down at the food. She took a bite of the meat. "So, what is this?"

Bella snorted. "But isn't he like a hottie? Hehe," Jess grinned. "I don't know! If I get ten feet to him, he might kill me!" Gana shivered. "Stop exaggerating!" Jess laughed. I could only listen to them. I knew I wasn't going to find my mate because I already knew who he was. "No, if he can kill his parents, he can kill me," Bella concurred. "How come none of us heard about his appearance, but we know who was mated to him?" Gana pouted.

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.

“Can I see the photos?” The question was casual. Too casual. Like she already knew the answer. I didn’t respond right away. I watched her instead—how she held the fork carefully, how she tried to chew slowly, politely, like she wasn’t starving. Her posture was controlled, but her eyes betrayed her. They flicked to the stack of photos again and again, hunger of a different kind sharpening her focus. Information hunger. That was more dangerous than the other kind.