Novel & Cerita What Character Am I Hunger Games

I didn't think there would be any human or Elvian hiding in the short shrub. Knowing that I immediately took an arrow from the quiver and tried to pull the bow like Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games movie. My eyes remained focused on the target, and I got ready to release the arrow without hesitation. We would be lucky enough to get four-horned sheep because that animal was usually located near the Elvian town. The black market and collectors would surely pay very high for its horns and nails. Perhaps, I could live with luxury for a few weeks.

Chapter 1: Heat-Scented and Pack-Hunted The full moon was coming in two days, and I could already feel it burning under my skin. My name is Lila, and I’m an omega. Not the sweet, protected kind you hear about in stories. No pack to keep me safe. No alpha to claim me gently. I’ve been running alone for months, hiding in the deep woods, stealing food from campsites, trying to stay away from any scent that might call a pack to me.

– he tells me and injects me again, making me scream and writhe in pain, and I lose consciousness. When I woke up, I continued to pretend I was asleep. I was hungry, but the hard bread they left in a bowl beside me remained uneaten. He had to judge me as crippled and weak. Deep down, he was an alpha, and I was a beta, and to be honest, he was double of me. I need to get my strength back because I need to do something. I heard hundreds of voices outside, and the smell of rogues was so intense I couldn't breathe. I listened as hard as possible and heard Jackson's voice above all the others.

Glass rained down like diamond dust. "Run, Hazel!" Bryan roared. He was pinning the man to the ground, his fingers clawing at the man’s gas mask. "Fix the air! I’ll handle him!" I forced myself to crawl. My shoulder was numb, and blood was soaking through my thin white gown. I reached for the keyboard. My fingers were shaking, but I knew the answer. It wasn't a name from a history book. It wasn't a king or a soldier. It was the name of the character who started it all. The one who gave us hope when the simulation began.

Is this happening because his pet took a liking to me? I glance at his Majesty, wondering briefly if perhaps he was the black dragon wrapping itself around me. But the mere imagine of Zarek rubbing against me like a puppy is far too ridiculous to entertain. It must be a pet, he said so himself. I don’t want this. I kneel before him, keeping my head down to avert his gaze. “Please, your majesty. I am unworthy of such treatment. I am merely a fallen nobles daughter, there is nothing special about me. Perhaps some of the other tributes will suit your fanc-”

Now it only made me smile, not kindly. Let them look. Let them remember. I wasn’t the starving hatchling hiding in salt grass while soldiers searched with spears. I wasn’t the broken thing in a goat shelter waiting for stolen bread and mercy. I had crossed this city as something else entirely: Voice of Lord Hades, Guard of the Underworld, Witness for Lady Chara. The name steadied me.

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It was her first day here, and she had already stolen soap from the janitor's office; to be honest, she was a bad one. "I'm Perez," I offered. "Barbra," she replied. "Can I call you Kalesi, I mean Kalesi mother of dragons?" she asked as she chuckled softly. "What the hell is that?" I asked in alarm, afraid history was about to repeat itself. "Haven't you watched the series, Game of Thrones, there is an actor called Kalesi, her hair looks exactly like yours, they are grey, almost white and pretty too." For the first time in history, I blushed and looked down as colour filled my cheeks. People hardly say nice things about me or to me. Perhaps miracles existed, and I shouldn't lose faith in hum

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

For once she prayed to all her gods to send someone to save her and that was the time of acceptance. She heard a faint pop pop sound and both of the goons fell on her. She screamed in panic but the weight was lifted off her as soon as possible. “Nooooo. Leave me. Let me goooo. I don't have any money…. Noooo”. She was fighting back with the adrenaline rush, not looking at her savior. “Caterina, hey, open your eyes. It's me. Hugo”. She felt someone patting her cheeks slightly but she winced at the pain it caused.