Teslee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Talia noted. "There's no way she can withdraw from games now. She either has to survive with an injury, or emerge the winner of the King's Games," I also noted. Talia shrugged with pursed lips. "Nonetheless, we shall cater to her mother's needs, whether she wins the games or not," I said, resolute with my decision. "You are too kind, Sire," Talia bowed, smiling. "What else did you learn about her?" I inquired. "Well... I also learned that they live in the Creeks, and they are petty traders," she answered.

Fred stood frozen, his eyes wide with fear. Adrian smiled, his eyes glinning with excitement. "Looks like the game has begun...and the stakes are higher than ever, with the pack's most ruthless enforcers, the Red Hand, waiting outside, ready to take down anyone who gets in their way, and Tess is the prize they're fighting for...will she survive the night? The imposing figure took another step forward, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural intensity. "You see, Tess, we've been waiting for you. And now that we've found you, you're coming with us...whether you like it or not."

~. VELIA.~ "I bring this meeting to a close." I said leaving the council hall with my maids trailing behind. "Your Highness, today is the Grand Finale of the Hunger Games, would you like to watch it?" one of my maids asked and I nodded, handing her the documents I was holding. "Yes, so please prepare a seat for me at the projection site." She nodded, walking away with the other maids. Today had just begun and I was already exhausted, as I walked through the hallway I spotted a blonde-haired male with green streaks talking to the council members.

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

The air is thick with dominance hormones and perfume and fear. I keep my head down, filling a plate with food I don’t want because I’ve learned that not eating before stressful events makes me shakier. Tessa takes extra fruit “for energy.” Briar takes nothing but water and keeps her eyes moving like she’s tracking threats. We’re halfway through eating when Selena Crestwood glides past our table with her little orbit of admirers. She pauses at my side. “Abigail,” she purrs, sweet as rot. “Big day.”

What has she ever done to deserve this? She lift her head when she hears keys in the gate. It is a nasty being bringing food and sets it infront of her, not looking appetizing at all. 'You need to eat Tessa, we you need to regain your strength. She sits up in pain. Her face swollen, and she can't see out of her one eyes. She grabs the plate and start to eat the weird stew with bread next to it, but as she take a bite she feels a burning sensation making her choke on the food.

But as I gestured to the meager food, my teammates rose one by one, finding the will to take another step forward into the darkness that awaited us. Wordlessly, we shuffled over and knelt by the plates, each picking up a spoon to reluctantly dig into the putrid meal. We gathered around the food trays, eating our meager breakfast in silence. Haley pushed the bowl away half-eaten, her tone filled with disgust. "This stew is revolting," she muttered, "How can they expect us to survive on this slop?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go. “Kyle- Kyle!” Katniss’ voice shoots through as she barges open the door, which does not happen. She is usually quiet. Once her eyes meet mine, I can immediately see the panic in them. She is holding a fire torch in one hand and is wearing a black cloak — there is another one in her which she throws over to me. “We need to leave now. They are onto us.” I stand up immediately, leaving behind the bread I was previously eating. ‘Who?’ I sign.