What Hunger Games Did Finnick Win Novels & Stories

The Velmor Elder stood. "We’ve won!" Elara’s mother cried out. Her father leapt to his feet. "We’ve won!" Zeil watched in silence. The incense flickered. Then it burned out. Finn, still standing at the edge, unmoving, eyes alert. He hadn’t attacked again. Hadn’t risked exhaustion.

Finn’s voice came behind me as I gasped, turning to look at him. He walked into the room with clutches, in a short and white t-shirt. I choked back my tears as I let go of Gabriel’s hand. ‘Finn!” I rushed towards him as he chuckled, letting go of his clutches as he hugged me tight. ‘Oh my god, you are fine and alive,” I said as he chuckled, pulling me back, as he cupped my face. “I told you I don’t die easily,” he smirked as I chuckled, turning to Gabriel.

He stared directly into it, his bruised, bloodied face breaking into a mocking grin. “You lost,” he mouthed, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. The words weren’t meant for Linda—they were for us. I turned to Finn, expecting to see shock or frustration. But his face remained calm, as if Ralph’s taunt hadn’t rattled him at all, as though he had anticipated this final twist. My heart raced, trying to understand the layers of this game, trying to read Finn’s unreadable expression. “Finn,” I whispered, glancing between him and the screen, feeling the tension coil around us. “What happens now?”

Sixty one *Freya* Connor and I stood before the roaring crowd, our hands intertwined, my heart pounding with exhilaration and disbelief as Rafe's deep voice rang out: "The winner of this year's royal hunting games, the one who tracked and captured the elusive golden rabbit... is none other than Connor Turner and Freya Hadid!" Cheers and applause surged around me. I felt my cheeks flush and a shy smile spread across my face as Connor and I made my way up to the podium where Rafe waited, his eyes fixed intently on me.

VAL Call it a "hate-knotting" or a collision of rivals. Label it whatever helps you sleep. But in my entire life, I had never been hunted, claimed, or wanted like that. The way Finn fought his own instinct just to make sure I went over the edge first—it was a neon sign telling me how much he hungered for me. Most Alphas look right through me, but last night, I was the only thing in Finn’s universe. I liked it. I liked it way too much.

Finn spoke quietly. “Yes, I did. You mean more to me than any title. Fuck what Selene said. Let the world burn,” I grabbed the chains again and pulled as hard as I could until they broke apart. My hands were burning but I didn’t give a fuck. Finn pulled me into his strong arms, and we embraced each other for what seemed like a lifetime. “Matthew has won by default! Looks like Aria didn’t have what it takes to sacrifice for the wolves,” Edward announced loudly to the cameras.

A ‘book versus movie’ debate broke out. I looked over at Jenny sitting quietly while the rest of her group chatted away, and a thought popped into my head. Who would die first, me or her? I turned my attention back to my group as they discussed the finer points of Peeta versus Gale, and the answer to my morbid question stared me in the face. I got to my feet and said, “Bathroom,” by way of explanation to the inquiring faces looking up at me. “The thing about The Hunger Games, though, still a better love story than Twilight, right?” I dropped that literary hand grenade and walked away.

It also marks the domain of who holds much power between the two alphas, I'm forever thankful to Jenna and alpha Kai for helping me all through and being there for me. Also, I'm grateful to Kyle for supporting me all through my endeavors and struggles, but all in all, I'm still Derek's mate I can't eat h him or hope he loses. Deep within me I say silent prayers and wishes to the moon goddess that it should be Derek who wins the game. Another growl is heard and seconds after a howl which indicates that the second alpha had also got and killed his prey Yet none of them is seen at the front, both still in the woods. I strain my ears and eyes making sure all my senses are intact hoping that whoe

“You want me to show the world you are fucking mine?” “Yes,” I whimper, but instead of taking what I so desperately want him to, he releases my throat, leaning back, and straddling me. “Fuck,” Az rakes a hand through his hair, messing up the strands. “You win, Finn. You fucking win.” “I wasn’t trying to win,” I used the measly amount of strength remaining in my body to sit up, pushing Az off of me. The adrenaline has worn off, and I’m left feeling boneless.

“How?” “You wouldn’t have given up so easily.” Maddox rose from the ground. “When another person comes for your mate, all you want to do is kill him or die trying. I was willing to die today just for the honor of touching Camille’s hand again. Were you willing to die?” Finn thought about it for several seconds and then shook his head. “No.” “Then it’s settled.” Maddox turned to Camille, took her hand, and guided them back into his cabin.