Uprising Hunger Games Novels & Stories

It's like she's catatonic. I climb onto Kenna’s wing, and she lifts off. When she’s high enough in the air, she blows her fire over the mansion. Even from here we can hear the screams of the witches burning alive. Poetic justice as far as I'm concerned. I feel nothing for them, no sorrow, no guilt for what we’re doing to them. They deserve everything that they get for murdering my mate.

The auditorium was stuck in horrified stillness for several suspended moments as the words seemed to reverberate through the stagnant air like lingering shrapnel. Then, as if a flare had gone off, the room erupted in a deafening swell of heated discourse, with conversations exploding in a frenzied jostle to analyze the consequences, dispute the merciless protocols, and just absorb the grandeur of what had just occurred. "Can you fucking _believe_ this outdated initiation ritual bullshit they're putting us through?" Mia hissed beside Lila, clearly disgusted. "It's like something out of goddamn the nation of Pane - pitting all the districts against each other in some sick, contrived Hunger Gam

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

It was everywhere, a gentle sweep, unhurried and unstoppable: the starter touching all it could and remaking the world according to its own blue hunger. No one realized the pantries had emptied until the first riots began. They used to say hunger is the only honest emotion; now it drifted through the streets like a sweet, sticky fog. Carolina watched it all unfold from her perch on the battered pier, the twins asleep beside her, Mira and Xander engaged in a slow, wordless dance of mutual sabotage and support. She could feel the starter inside her, still wild, still unpredictable, but less alien by the hour. They had sown the city’s undoing. No one was coming for them. Maybe no one could.

Hunger is a monster. It sinks its claws into my gut, gnawing, tearing, devouring me from the inside out. My body is shutting down, drained of strength, stripped of any ounce of power I once had. The Ascendants have made their decision. If I won’t drink blood willingly, they’ll make me suffer for it. They starve me. They drain me. Day after day, I’m strapped down, cold needles piercing my skin, pulling what little life I have left.

He had survived it by being precise, methodical, and completely without sentiment when sentiment was inconvenient. What changed when he came home was Miguel. Miguel was hungry in a way that Carlos recognized because he had been hungry in the same way once — that specific appetite for more that has nothing to do with need and everything to do with the feeling of power that money produces when you have grown up without it. Carlos saw it in his son and felt something that might have been pride, or the more complicated emotion of a man recognizing himself in someone else and not being entirely sure how to feel about it.

I ask curiously. They all feed off my every word, like I've seen them do with Angel. Maybe it's because I wear his mark now? "Like I said before, this game will be different. You shut out your wolf completely, your only weapon is your fighting skill. You can hurt each other, but I want zero broken bones. How many of you have seen the hunger games?" I ask, a lot of hands raise, including mine.

....UNKNOWN POV...... (somewhere in the world) " Rise Up sisters, our queen has risen" i lift my hands up as laughter feels the air, we've been asleep for up to 20 years now, but we rise when our Queen rises. "Now our queen is finally risen, we all will rise too, we will give Justice to those who hurt us, we are witches and we will show the world what we are made of!" I raise my broom and long fingers as red flames appear on them.

“How can you even think about doing such a disgusting thing while carrying my baby?” “I don’t have a choice-“ “We have a choice. The uprising. You won’t be marrying Abu because the uprising will work so there is no need to make such crazy decisions-“ “The uprising, the uprising, what if it doesn’t work Yoké?” I asked him throwing my hands in the air annoyed at his constant hopeless believes. “It will work Geny.” “You don’t know that. What if it doesn’t work? If it doesn’t work I will have to marry Abu and what will I do about my child?”

“Stick to the plan, and we might just make it out of this alive.” I gave a curt, subtle nod, steeling my nerves as I scanned the endless sea of faces leering down at us from the towering stone bleachers. Somewhere in that mass of bodies were Nina, Luke, and Tyler, preparing to unleash their part of the uprising. A hush fell over the crowd as Mila rose from her throne, her piercing yellow eyes sweeping over the arena with a cruel indifference. She raised a single hand, her ruby red nails almost seeming to catch the light of the torches.