What Character Am I Hunger Games นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My intelligence screams at my instincts to run, telling me that even if I returned to the arena ground, what was the possibility that I would make it back alive? But I am not a coward. Even before I acquired my power, I didn't shy away from the fighting, even now that I feel invisible to humans. The night was still. The wind that had been beaten with such violence down the desert hard floor to the north had fallen, followed by a murmuring of the air in the night. Even though the whistles of the wind were enough to send fear down an ordinary human's spine, I am different. I am not the former Red Reed, but I am now a new version. I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wi

“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.

“Run far away and don’t ever come back.” The human ran away while Blade’s eyes remained fixated on me. “Who are you?” he asked in a sharp voice. “I’m the woman you bought years ago. I sold myself to you in exchange for my family’s freedom. My name is Katniss Valenciaga. From now on, please don’t feed on others. Feed on me instead.” “Why would I do that?” “You once said my blood tasted better than anybody else’s. If you don’t believe me, you can try it-“

She’s in her thirties and is wearing a jarring and bright contrast of a suit jacket, a skirt and a turban, plus a boa-sized layering of shawls and scarves. At least 20 minutes is spent filling out the personal information sheet. Because Kate is terrified out of her wits, she goes on auto-pilot. Her brain takes over and she has an almost out-of-body experience where she watches her own self going through the motions. The head examiner says “… yadda, yadda, yadda cream of the crop yadda, yadda, yadda…” and freely associating, Kate’s hyperactive imagination takes all of them to the Reaping. The head examiner – because of her eclectic fashion sense – turns into Effie. “Happy Hunger Games! And ma

The other omegas watched me with curious eyes as I was led to a private room. "You must be someone special," whispered a girl with kind brown eyes. "New tributes usually share chambers." Before I could respond, the door burst open. A massive figure filled the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat. Prince Darius was even larger than the stories claimed. His chestnut hair was tied back, revealing amber eyes that seemed to glow with inner fire. Scars covered his hands and arms, proof of countless battles. "Leave us." His voice was a low growl that made the servants scatter like frightened mice.

“The person who, after a thousand years born with the blood that carries the poison that will lead everything to the will of the selfish God and chess player, OPHIUCHUS.” Now giggling as the name is someone that they three knew, but not as deeper than what he had. His tone and voice are cracking the dreaded way, as the pen finally finished writing the words that he all claims as the character and his very nature towards the last loop and seventh. With the identity and name that he stolen. “Now we are talking.” He once more giggles, and end with a sinister smile and whispering. “This is what kind of a character and nature that I wanted to be.”

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

My Katniss. Every breath felt like fire itself, searing my lungs with the toxic smoke that clawed at my throat, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. The heat pressed down on me, unbearable, suffocating, but I ignored it. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop. Not until I had her in my arms, until I could make sure she was still alive.

one from the crowd cut me in. My troops instantly growled towards that person, but since this is a place where fighting is prohibited, they controlled themselves. "Thanks, Lucas," I replied to him with a wide smile, "But to some that don't know who I am, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Hunter, the name itself tells you what I am capable of. You know what will happen to you if you have the gut to linger around my pack, uninvited in the middle of the night, climbing towards my sister's bedroom, right, Lucas?"