Training Outfit Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Violet’s POV I stood in the middle of my room in nothing but my underwear, staring at the pile of Hunt gear like it had personally betrayed me. Black reinforced leather pants which were tight enough to make breathing optional. A cropped, sleeveless top made of some kind of weird animal-scale weave that clung to every curve and left my midriff completely bare. Arm guards etched with runes that glowed faintly when I flexed, thigh holsters and knee-high boots with hidden blades in the soles.

“The council requests your presence at the Arena.” I sat upright slowly, steadying my thoughts. “I’ll be there shortly.” His boots retreated down the hallway. For a moment, I remained still, letting the reality settle in. The Luna Trial had begun. There was no delaying it now. I swung my legs off the bed, intending to reach for my usual training clothes, but my movement halted when I noticed something unfamiliar resting across the mattress. An outfit. It was crafted from deep navy fabric that shimmered faintly in the early light. Thin silver embroidery traced the edges, forming subtle protective patterns. It had reinforced plates placed at vital areas without weighing the garment down. It wa

Unlucky for him because I am a Tamer, it means that he also has to undergo the training with me. By the time I got there, the princes were already doing some stretches. I watched in envy as I saw them wearing their hunting outfits. The twins wore matching forest green tees, some slacks and hunting boots. Nate was wearing a maroon v-neck tee that hugged his form, which was outlining his muscles underneath. Unlike the twins, he tucked his shirt under his brown cargo pants. They waved me over as I approached. Nate grinned. "Well I thought you'd never come." "The bed was tempting me. But I figured that you guys won't even let me sleep in peace even if I ditched you guys." I yawned.

Each man an elite fighter who were both brave and fierce. All of us dressed in complete black. Bullet proof vest adorning our bodies as we dress in the specialized clothes designed by Tony and his team. The clothes meant to look and feel light weight but could instantly heat up to the equivalence of 10 winter coats. Wool coats to be more exact. They were also designed to hold special electronical devices. Like James Bond. A smile rising at the thought of being a spy and going on a mission to save the girl. But if only it was that simple though. Now armed with weapons and a plan do we move to set our plan into action. Tony currently with us at the moment, having wanted to see us off since he

"These clothes are fancy," I say to Zalu as we walk towards the cafeteria for breakfast. Last night in my room was magical but also a little scary. After Zalu left to go home to her mate, I decided to head to bed. The plush covers and fluffy pillows were calling my name. But when I turned out the lights and silence fell, I was able to hear the roars and calls from the animals outside. It was intimidating, to say the least. "All Harvested women are dressed in the finest outfits that represent their planet. These clothes are nothing compared to the dresses you will be wearing during the tournament," Zalu replies, and I look at her in surprise before glancing down at the beautiful blouse and st

Torin asked, Callum just shrugged and chuckled as they walked further into the woods making their way to the clearing. They walked in silence for a while before stepping out into a clearing. There Albwin and Archie were already waiting, Torin let out a breath of relief as he saw Albwin was already changed into his usual scouting uniform of dark greens and browns and was repacking his pack. Archie also had a pack on the ground in front of him and was wearing the same belt that Callum had on. He tossed a set of clothes to Torin, dark grey tactical pants, a deep forest green t-shirt, matching green slip-on arm guards, and dark grey fingerless tactical gloves with grips along the palms and reinf

Too perfect. Each team split off in different directions, casual in appearance. Trevor had ordered everyone to dress in clean, human attire—jeans, hoodies, sneakers—nothing that would betray who they were. Weapons were hidden in belt loops, pant legs, or tucked under jackets. Silver, wolfsbane, nightshade. Enough to protect themselves, not start a war.

Concrete walls, a single bare bulb hanging overhead, and a woman waiting with a medical kit. "Strip," she orders. "What?" "Your pajamas. They're already torn. You fight in athletic gear." She gestures to a pile of clothing on a bench—black shorts and a sports bra. I want to refuse and maintain some shred of dignity. But what's the point? I strip mechanically, changing into the fighting gear. The material is tight, unforgiving, designed to allow maximum mobility. The woman approaches with the medical kit. "Any injuries I should know about?"

She stated happily. “Ok, let's see what you've got. Go change into training gear, you'll find a few outfits in your closet, then meet us outside of the office when you’re ready.” He told her. “She opened the closet door and found the section where all of the training outfits are, choosing a black sports bra with thick forest green stripes on the sides with a zipper in the front, I then chose black spandex with the same thick forest green stripes in between the stripes were a black crisscross pattern that show the side of my legs between the holes. I put on the pants and sports bra, then picked out a pair of black high-tops. I left My hair in the French braid and made my way down the stairs

she packed up her tent putting in in the backpack and loading it onto the back of her bike it was time to go for her first warm-up it would be a ride through the woods her bike started with a rumble and she smiled it was going to be an ass kickingly awesome day she arrived at the arena in time for breakfast students packed the hallways and cafeteria all the senior students like her were dressed in the gear for their trials there were loads of cool outfits everywhere she looked she stood in line with her tray waiting to get her meal when Thanis strode in a commotion immediately started in the cafeteria she looked over shoulder to see what caused it he was standing there dressed in a white bod