The Hunger Games Let The Games Begin の小説・ストーリー

“ Let the game begin! ” * * * *

As Legacies, we have a lot of traditions. And of our many traditions, the most important one is selecting “The Game.” The story goes that The Game first started as a way to enhance cooperation and competition among the Legacies. After leaving the school, many cohorts continue the game into the real world. What happens here at school is just practice. When we graduate from the Academy, each of us is ready to take a spot in the leadership of our family and the True Game that follows. “Shall we begin?” I look around to see that everyone has settled. “Any proposals or addendums since our last meeting?

Wow, what an arrogant prick. I’m not stupid. I see the way he looks at me. I see the desire in his eyes and the hunger. I may not know what he’s trying to get out of the games that he’s playing with me, but I’m never going to give him the satisfaction that he’s going to win. Not this time. If he’s used to having his way with everything and anything, he needs to understand I’m not the type of girl he can easily subdue. He needs to try harder.

Once all of this is over, he'll come for her. The game just began, and he had everything in place. Let the blood flow.

The beginning of the end was a phrase Kali rarely thought of but one she had read many times in books or heard in movies. Kali never really knew how to apply the phrase, and unfortunately, she had no idea that the happiness she felt staring at the reserved room was exactly that, the beginning of the end. "This is beautiful." She dug her elbow into Samuel's rib, winking at him. "It is." She shrieked when Samuel picked her up. Her hands went on his shoulders, and she held on, giggling as he rushed into the room and spun her around.

Elara's POV Miss Lily walked into the hall during lunch with the kind of energy that made everyone stop talking at once. She had that effect, the ability to command a room just by entering it, and she used it now, moving to the center of the hall with her hands clasped in front of her and that expression she got when she was about to announce something important. "The House Games begin in two weeks," she announced, and her voice carried across the entire space without her having to raise it. "I hope all house captains are prepared and ready to represent their houses with the discipline and honor this competition demands."

Inside the iron cage, a swarm of rats huddled in the darkness, their eyes glowing green as they squeaked and chattered. Terror consumed my entire body. I struggled with everything I had left to break free, but they locked the cage shut. The next second, the swarm of rats descended upon me, biting and tearing at my skin. The agonizing pain of my flesh being ripped apart made me howl in screams. Peering through the only narrow gap in the cage, I could see Tom pressing himself over Aria with heavy breathing. "Tom, come on..." "No, it'll hurt the baby." "Then let me help you..."

Even the children—Darion, Liora, and Kael—felt the tension in the air, huddling closer to their parents. Malrik’s voice cut through the rising panic, calm but ominous. “Tonight, the games begin. And remember—these are no ordinary foes. They will test every bond, every skill, every instinct you have. Fail… and the world itself could tremble beneath their claws.” The shadows outside deepened, thickening unnaturally, coiling like living smoke. A distant howl split the night—neither wolf nor wind. Serenya felt Solana stir inside her, muscles tensing, spirit bristling.

"Nice shot! 10/10 for the gore." "That’s a Rogue’s fate. Cowards don't deserve to survive in the werewolf world." "Heehee, that Alpha has caught the scent. The hunt is just getting started." I bit my lip hard, tasting rusty blood. Watching the chat treat us like ants to be toyed with, I felt a wave of nausea. These were the "gods." They were no different from that tyrannical Killian. Seeing that no one else dared to make a scene, the System spoke again.

However, she seemed tense, like she was doing something really important, and she could not afford to mess up. “Claude, the general manager of Glazed Light is asking for you.” After that brief introduction, she immediately went to stand at the back of the crowd, worried that she would end up getting dragged into this war. When Wendy saw everything before her, she was taken aback. There was a sea of reporters surrounding me, and my colleagues stood at the back with various expressions. Soon, though, she smiled calmly. “Looks like you’re in quite a bit of trouble too.” I feigned relaxation and was just about to speak when Lloyd ran over, like a shark smelling blood.