Quotes Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Ava’s hunger gnawed at her, demanding attention. She had been trying to suppress it, convinced that pushing through the discomfort would bring her closer to the new version of herself—the one Gabe couldn’t walk away from. But no matter how hard she tried to focus, the growling in her stomach drowned out her resolve.

Ikaris asked. Despite not having a specific craving for food, my hunger was undeniable. However, there was a distinct and unusual aspect to my hunger. It was not a typical hunger for sustenance but rather an insatiable longing for Ikaris and blood. The presence of Ikaris in close proximity only served to intensify my hunger. The desire to make contact with him and absorb the energy he emitted became increasingly urgent. Waiting any longer was simply not an option.

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

Whatever twisted game fate thinks it’s playing with me… it’s not going to work. “It feels like I’m in trouble because you invited me for breakfast, especially since I’m only a slave. It’s hard to eat with you watching me.” she admits. “So you won’t eat?” I ask. “I will,” she answers. “Then eat,” I command. She looks at the food with obvious hunger written all over her face, but still, she hesitates. It’s ridiculous how someone who is clearly starving can fight themselves this hard over accepting a plate of food, but she’s going to lose this battle because hunger always wins.

He said, angry at the hunger that befriended Jennet at the moment. If hunger is a living human, Hue would have to punch it in the face and toss it into the void where it could never find its way home. Even if hunger managed to get back, Hue would go to war with pan and spoon in his hands, defeating it endlessly. Hunger, a third wheel indeed because nothing good could be enjoyed when it appears. Truly a mood killer! However, Jennet was thankful for the appearance of the unexpected saviour. Hunger had spared her purity from getting devoured by the man before her. She was grateful for it, very much!

Allyssa's POV. I rush off, eager to make it to the slave quarters, my stomach growls and I take deep breaths to calm myself, pangs of hunger rattle my bones and fatigue seeps into my system, making me drowsy. I need to eat, so I move my legs faster, at least when I get to the slave quarters, I'll have a bite, as measly as it might be, it is still something.

Echo said cautiously, "the answer is not to force a choice, but to negotiate with the Ancient Hunger? What if we could offer it something other than consumption? What if there is a form of connection that even an entity driven by hunger could find satisfying?" "You cannot negotiate with hunger," the Resistance said, manifesting for the first time in millions of years. "Hunger is not a perspective that can be reasoned with. It is not a consciousness that can be convinced to change its mind. It is simply want given form, and it will not be satisfied until everything is consumed."

my chance, my place, the Alpha’s gaze that should have been mine. She was nothing but a thief wrapped in silk. My stomach growled, sharp and hollow, yanking me back into the present. I hadn’t eaten in days, not since they had cut my rations down to scraps. The hunger was an ache that blurred my vision, a gnawing beast chewing at my insides. The kitchens. I could almost smell the bread, the meat, the fruit. My body moved before thought could stop it, driven by raw need.

Chapter 8: Good girl Pov: Nyx I looked up as the door to my cell creaked open. My stomach was hollow with hunger, and my throat burned with thirst. It had been days since I'd had anything to eat or drink, and the ache was starting to consume me.

“Sir, I’m hungry.” Hattie stared at Lucas, a little embarrassed. She was both hungry and thirsty now. Lucas thought, ‘I never owed you anything in my past life, and I’m your savior. Why am l like this?’ Then Lucas retrieved a box of food from the System Space. Hattie ate while watching it. Her eyes lit up as her greedy face stared at it. Hattie started eating and drinking, but Lucas did not have an appetite. He truly did not understand why there would suddenly be so many zombies.