The Hunger Games Let The Games Begin Novels & Stories

I shook his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip and the weight of what I’d just agreed to. “When do I start?” I asked. “Now,” Jonathan said simply. “We have a meeting in an hour with the board, and I need you there. Consider it your first day.” I nodded, already mentally preparing myself for whatever fresh hell awaited me. As I turned to leave, Jonathan called after me. “Elena?” I stopped and looked back. “Don’t make me regret this,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Don’t give me a reason to,” I replied.

That was what I and Alpha Rex had suspected it was when we first came here and before everything slowly began to take an unexpected turn. “Please, Laila, tell me what’s going on.” I pleaded with the girl, braving my voice to be strong and not give away the fact that I was probably going to cry if I didn’t get the answer I wanted to hear. “It is not the mating ball, we aren’t even allowed to join that.” She responded. “So it’s true? What Julia said is true?” “I don’t know what Julia told you but this is the arena for the Omega games and it will begin soon.”

“Then may the games begin.” They clinked glasses, their fingers brushing in silent solidarity. Outside, the stars began to pepper the sky. Inside, beneath the warm golden light, two women sat shoulder to shoulder—one a warrior returned from exile, the other her fierce and loyal general. The war hadn’t begun yet. But the battlefield was set. And Ann McBrown was ready.

───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 15 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ 3rd Midnight of the Games ║ The game had begun, and I could only hope to survive the lies, schemes and humiliations that were sure to follow before I finally found a way to escape this place of malice and ill intent. As I made my way to the ominous black podium in the center of the room, I could vividly see Headmistress Rose smiled again for a hundredth time of today, her eyes alight with malice, "Come quick my beautiful and curious companion, let the games begin with you. Pick your poison — truth or dare — and let the unmasking commence. Whatever you choose, whatever is revealed, it stays with us,

My arrows barely did anything to that beast, and it was charging straight at me when Darius appeared with his gun and—boom—dropped it like it was nothing. I glanced over at him again. He was laughing at something one of the other Alphas said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The sound of the horn and a loud crackle from the nearby speakers startled me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Attention all female participants! The games are about to begin! Please report to the starting line!” The female games. Right. I had almost forgotten. I turned to Matilda, who was just nearby with her leg all wrapped up, resting as she sat on a carved wooden bench.

But he does not answer me. Sensing his reluctance to talk, I change the subject. “What happens next?” I ask. Blake ties a knot on my bandage and gives it a little tug, making that it is securely in place. Then, his hands trail down to my cheek and finally to my lips. His touch sends tingles all over me but his gaze is dark. He raises his arm and points towards the door. “When the door opens, the Omega Games will begin.”

"I'm coming for what's mine." His eyes narrowed, his stance shifting slightly, but he remained silent. He wouldn't show it, but I knew my words had hit home. I turned back to my pack, my blood humming with anticipation. Tonight wasn't the night for the final showdown. No, this was just the beginning. And as the moon hung ominously overhead, marking the start of what promised to be a long and brutal war, I felt a wild, savage thrill surge through me. Let the games begin.

She looked like a trapped deer, not able to move as the Victoria girl towered over her. My feet were moving before I ordered them to, and I heard my name as I drew close. None of them heard or saw me approach until I was right up on them. "Give it to me. Are you drawing him again? Dream on, Gabe Russo has no interest in the likes of you." What the fuck? Victoria held out her hand for the book while Gianna clutched it closer to her chest.

Obediently, she did. "My master seems unsatisfied," she murmured, watching him carefully. "Hmm, maybe." Kalis tilted his head, considering her. "But I have news. The Games begin in a day. I’ll be participating." "The Games?" He cut her off, striding toward the wooden bed. "Right. The Hunt." "Yes!" She smiled, eager. "Are you excited?" "More than you know," he declared, a dark amusement in his voice. Freda rose, moving to sit beside him. "Master, do you know what I call this?" She leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper. "The game to win a heart."

“Let the games begin.” She stepped out with Celeste and Mina, laughing faintly, but her other hand grips the crumpled note in her pocket, her smile a mask, her eyes burning with the promise of blood.