What Character Am I From The Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.

“The kitchen’s on fire. Kian wants breakfast. And the guests are coming today.” My stomach tightens at the name. Kian. The Alpha’s son. The smile that isn’t a smile, only teeth. The voice that sounds smooth but can turn into a slap or a kick at the end of any word. I spring to my feet, shaking out my hair with practiced movements—though there’s nothing to shake out, just rough, tangled knots. There’s no mirror in the dormitory. I don’t need one. I know how I look: snow-white hair, blue eyes, pale skin—a girl covered in dust, whose gaze says she won’t cry no matter what you do.

"Katniss Johnson." With a faint smile, Julian grabbed those slender fingers. "Julian Hunt." In an instant, the eyebrows of the two women were drawn in surprise. "Julian Hunt?" Katniss sighed as the secretary blinked slowly, gathering the senses that flew away. "Oh, sorry. When I'm with Mia, I often use the last name of my biological father," Julian said while pretending to scratch his neck. Hearing the man's honesty, a disbelieving sigh escaped Mia's mouth. Cold sweat had soaked the nape of the neck, while the heartbeat had been felt up to the chin. She didn't think that Julian's plan would be so reckless.

she nodded with furrowed eyebrows. "Are you hiding your identity?" she wondered. "Sort of." she nodded and didn't ask further, which is a relief. "So, you’re from Icelania Palace? How are you related to Prince Zachary Frost?" I smiled. How can she tell that I was from Icelania Palace? Ah, maybe because I can manipulate ice. Well, Headmaster said that when someone asked which palace I came from, I would say Icelania Palace. Just to be safe.

my beta replied seriously, keeping his eyes fixed on the internal map of the palace. I took a deep breath. At least she was smart enough not to reveal her true identity, but I don’t know how long she can keep it a secret. Cassandra was born in the pack of the former Alpha King. It's only a matter of time before someone recognizes her and says she looks a lot like the daughter of the old beta. I absolutely hate this place. It disgusts me. My worst memories are from here! Flashback On "Please, we have nothing to eat. The boy is starving!" My mother cried out, begging for scraps or a piece of bread.

is all I hear before I am out . It's so quiet and peaceful here , no pain , no cold cell floor, just peaceful nothingness . I don't know where I am , or what is going on . The last thing I can remember is my father and I touring the packs for my mate . My mother is positive she is part of the tributes . Personally I couldn't give a shit I am only eighteen , I am not in a desperate hurry to find her . I wonder where I am ? “Kurat” I can hear a soft sing song voice calling my name .

Or is it something else? “I’m Candy, I’m from Golden Peaks. Which pack are you from?” I try to get the conversation going with my best fake smile. “I’m MacKenzie, I was born in the Castle so I’m from here,” She says as she returns with a polite, but empty smile. She’s either off an omega lineage or a lowly warrior lineage. “That’s so nice!” I try to encourage her.

No longer the girl running from her power. I am Kaia. Daughter of the Guen Pack. Velen. Mate. Fighter. And I am walking into the unknown but I am not afraid. Not anymore.

LUKAS I left my mate with the hands of those two hunters but I was listening to their conversation. I heard everything and I knew those people are her dad warriors. I saw her walking toward me, like a queen she is “ those people were your dad strongest warriors” she looked at me like she was asking how do i know I didn't wait for her to ask “ I have seen them with your dad before he died.” she just nod her head but i know a lot is running through her mind

“I will not sugarcoat your feelings like Merida. I barely know you, for all I know the people of the oasis are nothing but crooks and might have given us the fake chosen one. The so called savior of all the land can’t be someone as weak and pathetic as you are, giving up right after the first sign of failure.” I sniffled hard, the tears pouring from my eyes now, “You just don’t get it do you?! “No I don’t.” “You know nothing about me! I’m just a healer from the town’s market.” “You definitely are.” “I’m a nobody!” “You’re correct.” “I can’t do this!!”