Uprising Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

Rio was also unconscious being trapped with piles of books from where he bumped when Primo pushed him. Leonard went directly to Rio and shook him awake. What a tragedy, they were all comfortable and forgot that Augustus is capable of anything. People started to gather around the town hall in response to Prometheus's call. All were confused about what had just happened. Rio comes back to his consciousness and saw everything around him was destroyed. Old Incur’s lifeless body was lying on the floor. The place was a total wreck and the windows, broken. “How could this be?” Rio mumbles to himself as he looks at his bloody hands, someone’s heart is also on the carpet.

"Please, save us! We’re your countrymen, Hailey! Spare us!" A third clutched at the floor desperately. "I’ll do anything! Name your price. I’ll bankrupt myself if I have to, just don’t let him kill us!" I lowered my gaze, ice in my expression. I recognized them. One was the man who had framed me with his phone. The others were the ones who had shoved Layla and me aside to seize the lifeboat. Disgust welled in my chest. They deserved no pity. Rage surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy object and hurled it at them. "You reap what you sow!"

KYLE’S POV. “I should have known from your accent that you are not from here, and that you are from the South,” Katniss says, lowering her sword slightly. “Thinking does not seem to be your strong suit, so you are forgiven.” “I will not hesitate to cut you down.” “Oh, c’mon, I am just joking around.” “Well, I am not,” Katniss says, her tone suddenly dropping the bantering edge as her face gets deadly serious. She fixes him with a sharp, calculating stare. “So you’re the infamous Orion. The self proclaimed leader of the uprising from the South.”

" At the end of Charles' sentences, he seemed to be blaming Heather. One could only wonder if he was blaming her for running away from home, or the fact that she wasn't gracious enough, which led to his crush moving out of their mansion earlier than expected. But Heather didn't care anymore. She just hummed absent-mindedly in response. Then, she moved to go up the stairs after placing down the glass of water. "Heather!" Heather turned around to see Charles standing up from the couch. "I'm hungry. Cook some pasta for me." Heather raised her bandaged left arm. "Have you forgotten that I got hurt as well?" Charles was slightly surprised by the sight. But Heather didn't care about his reaction.

I gathered that the women would be chained up and most likely hungry and thirsty. Once I arrived, I let myself in and looked around, the lounge was spotless. I saw a door that I assumed led to the bedroom, I tried the handle, and it was locked. I quickly pulled out my gun making sure the silencer was attached and shot it. The girls both let out frightened screams as I pulled the door open and entered the room. “You” Jane looked at me with disgust “What are you doing here?” “I was going to set you free, but if you want to be a bitch I can always leave you here chained up to starve to death”

"You can actually do that? True immortality, ascending to godhood, seizing the throne itself? This guy is insane. But damn… It's working. It's really working!" Yes, even Eric felt that the scene had become incredibly exciting. Alistair spun on his heel, eyes burning into Andrew. "You deserve to die!" However, before he could unleash his fury, the estate was already in total upheaval. Hundreds more fighters charged forward, their lust and greed unrestrained.

It was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. I stumbled over a root and went down hard, my hands scraping against rough bark. For a moment, I just lay there, breathing heavily, wondering if I could actually do this. Two weeks to Lunar Falls. I’d barely survived four days. Get up, my wolf’s voice whispered weakly. She was still there, still fighting to break through the curse. We don’t quit. We don’t give up. Get. Up. I pushed myself to my knees, then to my feet. My vision swam, black spots dancing at the edges. When was the last time I’d eaten? Yesterday? The day before?

Samuel lifted a glass to the woman’s lips. Just then, someone called out his name, sending a bomb landing on his head. Samuel froze, the glass almost falling from his hand. He turned back and stuttered fearfully, “W-Wanda Stewart?” His voice trembled as he inched closer to Jane Lane. “Bastard!” Wanda glared at Samuel with rage as she grabbed his hair and dragged him toward her. “Let me go! You’re crazy!” Samuel shrieked as he tried to pry Wanda’s fingers away with all his might.