Tributes Hunger Games Names Novels & Stories

I pull my eyes open and slap his cheeks, a deceptively gentle touch, knowing that any more force could send him hurtling into the abyss of death. “The name,” I demand; my patience wore thin after an hour of this dance, broken only by the stolen glimpse of Andrea as she left. “Irina Petrova,” he rasps, the name falling from his bloodied lips like a final prayer. “You see, that wasn’t so hard,” I say, my hand moving behind my back, fingers curling around the familiar grip of my gun. “Now you can die in peace.” I pull the trigger, my eyes closing as his blood paints my skin in a warm, visceral spray.

We were about to step into the danger zone, but I knew I wasn’t alone. “Moon Goddess, please let me do my best... for Phoenix.” I looked out at the crowd. Right in front, I spotted Tyra’s pink hair and her huge smile from across the room. She waved her phone, flashing a message that read: DIVERGENT WILL HOWL Then another message popped up: I LOVE YOU, FLAMMEE I smiled. Flammee—that’s the in-game name I chose during registration. Finley came up with it. He said, “Because you burn bright but move with elegance. Like fire.”

Could it be a contest of strength and skill, or something far more sinister? As soon as Colin mentioned the tournament, she felt the weight of their collective stare, and knew something much bigger than a tournament was at play here. The third nameless lady behind looked directly at Emory now, blue eyes wide in awe as she looked her over. “The tournament?” she exclaimed joyfully. “How utterly ridiculous,” Kathleen declared, her face flushed. The third lady stepped forward, passing Lady Moore and Kathleen to ask, “Dante wants her in the mating tournament?” Colin nodded. “Yes, Lady Sabine.”

There were also other girls forcefully taken from different packs and it was really disturbing. We finally made it to the massive pack of the vicious Lycan Xavier, but by then I was completely worn out and afraid of what lay ahead. "Your name?" Someone called out to me, jolting me out of my daymare. It seemed like they were writing all of our names down to keep track. "C-camelia." As I stood in line with the other girls, I caught sight of one from Goldmoon pack. Her name was Hazel and like me, she was an omega. She was also a maid at the local kitchen.

“What’s the name of the pack? The one that hunted my mate.” “What are you going to do with them?” “Nothing. At least for now. I just want to know the name.” Mila seemed to hesitate for a moment before saying, “Blood Dawn.”

"You might be hungry." At the aroma, my stomach rumbled loudly. I took a big steaming spoon of porridge and swallowed it even before tasting or chewing. I was that hungry. I had not eaten in close to two days. "You are Anna Kylin, yes?" He asked. I stopped eating, suddenly embarrassed of my surname and family. I nodded slightly without looking at him. "I am Draco," He said. "Draco Thuram. I am the beta of this pack." I looked at him fearfully. So he was here under the command of that savage.

His pack loyalty warring with the implicit loyalty he feels toward his mate. “And you?” Elara keeps her tone harsh, but she squats in front of the mousy-looking girl, getting on her eye level. Where Drake looks rough, like he's spent the better part of a week outside, this girl looks malnourished and sickly. She has been taught to fear our kind, that much is obvious. “Let’s start with your name.” “Ju…Ju…Juliette. My name is Juliette. Please don’t kill me.” She whimpers again.

“Alright, I’m listening.” “For a girl, Alexandria. For a boy, Alexander.” Xander’s smile widened. “I actually don’t hate it. I really like them.” I beamed. “For a second boy, Rowen, as a nod to Devin’s Gaelic heritage. And for a second girl, Annika, after my grandmother. Middle names could be our parents’ names—Alexandria Lauren, Annika Adele, Alexander Richard, and Rowen Luhan.” Devin let out a whistle. “Shit. I love them all. I say we scrap the rest and go with Arya’s list.”

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

“Heldon High runs on hierarchy. Every grade has its royalty, and trust me, you don’t want to get on their bad side.” I rolled her eyes but let Aisha continue. “The seniors—everyone calls them the 5 of Thrones.They’re practically untouchable. Head girl Kiara Blane, her right hand and head boy Angelo Bove, Damian Drape, Orion Black—he’s dating Lindsay Graham, you’ll hear her name a lot” “Isn’t that blondie?” I asked. Aisha nodded. “Yup. That one” “Oh okay” “And then Luca Padre. Together they run this place.”