Uprising Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"Rival teams are allowed to fight and injuries are allowed, Do not worry we will treat every injured person to good health. And if you say I surrender or you are injured to the point you can not continue you will immediately return here." With that, a portal opened in front of each team, leading into the wilderness. We exchanged determined nods, knowing that our survival depended on each other. We stepped through the portal, ready to face the Hunger Games, armed with our weapons and our determination. The true test of our abilities and teamwork had begun, and the fate of the Crescent Hills rested on our shoulders. ~.VENUS.~ The Supreme males were seated on a higher stage, distinguishing them

The youngest child tilted their head, calm, serene, almost curious. Sipho exhaled, the weight pressing down like stone. He could feel the Darkness around him, tasting, testing, pushing. The Hunger did not forgive hesitation. It demanded action, demanded sacrifice, demanded resolution. He stepped closer to the eldest child. “The Hunger marks you,” he whispered. “Your resistance is admirable… but it cannot last. One of you must falter. One of you must give in. And one… may rise beyond what I can hold.” The eldest child looked up at him, wide-eyed, trembling. “Please… don’t—”

Greed flashed in their eyes. To them, the 18th floor was a gold mine. Three doors stood between them and a full stomach, maybe even a future where they wouldn't have to worry anymore. They couldn't remember the last time they had eaten properly. Hunger twisted people. Why did the 18th floor get to live well while they struggled like this? The anger built fast. They gripped their tools, ready to break in. Suddenly, a door opened upstairs.

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be as the screams get louder before another long whistle blows making me think they got hurt, or worse. Just then another horn sounds off. This one lower and almost baritone, like a foghorn. Then the sound of rocks shifting could be heard, like an earthquake as the walls begin to move on their own. Some lifting while others shifting into weird angles. Kinda like the hunger games, and the weird terrane that tries to kill you as I'm forced into a different passage before it could crush me. What in the world? Moving walls? Are we suddenly in Panem? "For crying out loud” I yell more to myself than to anyone else, realizing this game wouldn’t be considered fair. As this

Smoke rose in thick, choking spirals from the horizon, staining the sky above Merino a sick, furious gray. Even from this distance I could hear it—the roar of a city getting torn apart. “What’s going on there again?” Evan asked beside me, squinting into the haze. “A siege,” I answered. “Or an uprising. If the slaves are in fact rebelling because they think we won’t stop them, they won’t last long if they keep on going like this.”

If any of them think I'll go down easy… they've got another thing coming. When we crest the next hill, I see it. The Killground Holding Center sprawls below in a muddy clearing surrounded by sharpened pikes. Smoke curls from watchtowers. Cages rattle in neat rows full of doomed souls. Men in iron masks patrol the gates with spears longer than I am tall. Savage surrender, they call the Games. As if a girl like me would ever surrender. I bare my teeth one last time, pressing my forehead to the bars as we roll toward the gaping maw of the holding center.

It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so persistent, especially when he was in the middle of handling business with the other contenders, her management team. The Hunger Games replaying in their dreams was not doing everything that he had hoped in the time frame he had planned. They needed an extra push and he knew exactly the thing to be able to get them over that cliff. Maybe seeing their death would be the trick. Something about facing the unstoppable yet constantly faught, that sobers a soul, effectively and effortlessly too. He’d learned from experience how that knife cut, the amount of bribing and cunning he had to use to get out the eternally d

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

He could not remember the last time he had something this sumptuous pass through his taste buds, being fed stale bread for the past years until he met Simi who would cook him soup from the meager ingredients they sought in the forest, and if he was lucky to catch fish or prey. “Move, Fool!” Another voice brought him to a stop again as he moved to continue on his way. A group of men hurried by, carrying a roasted pig on a long stake. The scent of meat and spices of the meat was so heady that it made Scar swoon for a moment. Two betas walked passed him, none of them even sparing him a glance as one asked the other; “Where are the musicians, why are they not here?” with his face cast in worry.

I couldn’t give them the satisfaction. Whoever ‘they’ were? “Let me go and I will spare your lives” I heavily breathed out. The whooshing in my stomach churned again and bile rose. I began spewing, my stomach contents, splashing to the floor and hitting my bare feet, where my toes barely touch the metal floor. Where the fuck were my shoes? Where the fuck are my clothes? All I had on was a pair of black boxer briefs. I remember we won the battle of Riocht. Mathias killed Orion.