Uprising Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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Right now, she didn’t care about anything. Alaric rose, carefully tugging down her skirt. He lifted her off the desk, placing her on her feet. He held her to his chest, as if he knew there was a good chance her legs wouldn’t hold her. Pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, he smiled devilishly. “That was the best damn dessert I’ve ever had.” —-----------

Just like the way she found Alex really annoying right now. "Well, you're going to have to learn how to climb and jump one way or the other," Alex said. "During the Royal Hunting Ceremony, climbing and jumping would be part of the games. You wouldn't want to not participate because you can't climb or jump, would you?" "I don't care, Alexander. I don't care if anyone thinks I can't jump or not," "You would by the time you're deemed the most unworthy Alpha and asked to duel with someone who is likely to kill you and take your place as Alpha of Antarti,"

It’s as if she feels guilty for being able to eat well when I couldn’t. “The first Reaping after I took the job made me see that there was something very wrong happening with the food. I was not quite old enough for the Reaping but I watched along with everyone else. I saw it then. The girls were underweight. Many of them looked like skeletons while others had little meat on their bones. But what was the oddest was the girls who were from the families of the leaders in the village had a very healthy. They all looked as if they ate plenty and some if even looked as if they ate over the amount that a person should.”

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

“Don’t talk to me about survival. I’ve clawed my way out of my own damn grave.” You’re escalating beyond tolerance. She leaned back, arms folded, eyes bright with defiance. “Then raise your tolerance.” Her rival mate appeared in the doorway—shoulders tense, jaw set, eyes crackling with warning. He was the only one who could match her stubbornness, the only one who ever tried. “They’re closer than you think.” She didn’t look away from her screens. “Good. Saves me the trouble of chasing them down.” Third twist. Her screen flashed—a live feed, grainy but unmistakable.

Aligned. “You built this on stolen blood,” I said, voice steady despite the chaos. “It ends tonight.” Mikhail smiled faintly. “You mistake evolution for theft.” Duncan lifted his hand. The sky answered. Lightning split downward in blinding forks, striking the earth around Mikhail. The ground exploded upward as Julian’s power surged through the battlefield, trapping hybrid ranks in jagged stone. Cora’s water ripped from the air, forming a sweeping wall that drove the enemy back. Gideon stepped forward, and the air ignited.

If loving her means putting her directly in danger, then maybe letting her go is the right thing to do. Even if it destroys me. The night moves on eventually. Agnes and Ursula somehow turn the gathering into a full event. There are games, music, ridiculous arguments, loud laughter, too much alcohol, and enough chaos to exhaust an entire army. Simon cheats shamelessly during charades. Victor doesn’t keep shut, even for a beat, while being his usual nosy self. Julian remains calm and observant as always. I laugh when expected, respond when spoken to, and smile when Jess looks my way.

A silent scream stuck in my throat. The clash of metal before me let me know Cassi was still alive, the Nephilim that had been with Verity was there, straining against the blow. Verity raised her hand to Cassi’s lips, doing something but I was unable to see what, before she backed away and came to me. Her gaze lifted to mine, her eyes heavy with an emotion I couldn’t identify, she brought her hand to my mouth and I saw blood there. Smearing it across my lips as she peeled them back to have contact with the inside of them, where it would absorb her blood quicker. I watched as I saw Cassi slowly begin to move again, then she shook her head, and her whole body. I tried to move and found I could