Teslee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

sign in 1952. - Celeste: skateboard, platinum twin tails tied with crimson ribbons, a duffel full of spell-etched vinyl records, and one (1) wedding ring that could level cities. - Seras: cheer pom-poms that were secretly flamethrowers, a mixtape labeled “Apocalypse Bangers Vol. 3,” and enough hot sauce to commit war crimes. - Lucian: zero shirts, one pair of sweatpants he’d probably lose by Arkansas, and a dragon-sized bag of beef jerky.

Let the elders hear your voice. As midday approached, hunger gnawed at my stomach, but Taehyung forbade me food, calling it "preparation for submission." Instead, he summoned water and bread for himself, eating with one hand while watching me like prey. The chamber's shadows lengthened, mirroring the dread building in my chest. Finally, as the sun dipped toward afternoon, he stood, gesturing to the door. "Come. We inspect the grounds. You walk behind me—like the omega you are."

Souls… went missing. “She’s ready,” Rylan said quietly, cutting through my hesitation. My throat worked. “Is she?” He nodded. “More than any of us. And you know it.” The tent flap rustled. Tessa stepped in. She wore black leathers. Her armor didn’t shine; it absorbed light. Hair tied back, face calm - but I saw it. The weight behind her gaze. The fire. The shadows. She met my eyes first, and I felt it ripple down the bond.

I asked as I helped her prepare the sweetener on each tray. Stella’s face looked pale, and her eyes were filled with pity as she glanced at Alice. “Yeah, Kyle likes to play these games with his slave. None of them had ever lived to tell anyone about these games, though. So, I’m not sure what they consist of.” Dread fell upon me, and my heart broke for the young girl. “Help me serve the tea,” she told me, handing me a tray that was now filled with full mugs of tea, one small plate, and sweeteners.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

There’s a hockey game coming up soon and we’ve still got a lot to do. After practice, we’re all packing up to go when an ear piercing scream rings out. The doors burst open and Tessa storms in, screaming at the top of her lungs. She’s covered in blood.

If they ever survived to flee. As she raised her guns and made her first target, she sent a quick prayer to heaven, then kindled all her anger and let the power of her inner monster flow through her veins. The muscles steeled themselves and guided the arms safely and calmly as they mow down four black suits with four aimed shots. Since Pareios bombarded the top of the stairs with his fireballs, the supply of hegedunen soon thinned out, but they also had enough to do with those already present.

“/Shelley’s the Cup Bearer, right? What about the Necromancer, and the Tiger? What about Tala? And didn’t you say Reese was an enemy now?/” Jade was there, she saw the ghosts. It’s Sarah’s secret, but it’s a secret Jade already knows. “/Sarah is the Necromancer, the one who brought the ghosts. She’s not making zombies or anything like that. The ghosts just…. like her, I guess. I don’t know who the Tiger is. Tala hasn't made up her mind yet if she wants to join, but she’s sworn to secrecy. Reese, uh. Turns out yes, they were brought up a Hunter because that’s what their family is, and Hunters hunt vampires and werewolves, but Reese doesn’t agree with their folks.

I try to smile, give up, and put the bag on the bed. Lester slaps his knees and gets up. “I know this is less than ideal, Willow, but it won’t be forever.” With that, the Templar leaves, noisily locking the door behind him. “Come on, Tully,” I say. “You have to eat.” “I’m not hungry.”

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“