Who Won The 73rd Hunger Games Novels & Stories

"It's not a prize winning competition, just that I'd hate to see Jenner win." I nodded. Coach blew his whistle and the race began, with Jenner taking the lead. Of Course what would you expect? The girls from our team tried their very best, I would give them that. They reached the finishing line, marking the end of the race. We didn't win. Jenner had this satisfied smirk plastered on her face that I wanted to wipe off so badly. "Whatever." Ruby shrugged. "She feels like she's accomplished something after all." "Haven't I?" Jenner replied, sneaking up behind us. "It's so satisfying to see the look of disappointment written all over your faces." She looked at Ruby to me.

"Great. So tell me, who won?" "Sir, I don't think…, I mean it's personal and…" "I'm just curious, don't you think you're not in the position to tell me that cause I know something that the world shouldn't." She immediately gulped down when she heard it. Of course Alexander Zavier was so powerful and he could do anything to her with the snap of his finger. "I'm so sorry, pl.." "Just say it." He commanded angrily which made her shiver in fright. "It's Miss Melissa Kim. The winner is Miss Melissa Kim."

It would be a slaughterhouse as everyone scrambled for the spire. “Shall we call a vote?” my mother said. It was all happening so fast. Everyone agreed to vote. And before I could stop it, the vote was in progress. “All in favor?” Viktor asked. All around me, hands shot up. “And opposed?” I raised my hand. Horrified, I saw that I was the only one. .“Very well,” Viktor said, with a wide smile. He didn’t look at me when he said it. “The council had voted in favor of an amendment to the win condition. It will now be the first person to touch the Spire is declared the victor.”

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.

I replied with a shaky voice, “My hu-sb-an-d.” “Not your lord or master but your husband. Did you understand?” Wide eyes, I just nodded. The look of fury on his face when he met me immediately vanished, then he stroked my hair briefly with devotion before standing up. After returning to his throne, he was immediately enveloped in branches. Nobody spoke, and the tension between them was palpable. Until Armaloth said, “So be it, leaders of the seven clans. The winner of the tribulation games, will be named Persephone.” All the demons present screamed in joy, celebrating their success.

All I can say is, Hunger Games eat your heart out. “Tonight we are, of course, honoured to have our guest of honour grace us with her presence this evening. Our first and only three-time winning champion, the lovely and deadly, Blackheart,” he says proudly as he gestures to me while the room claps. I nod graciously to Hexton and the room of people who are calculating all the ways to kill me. Laughable for Hexton to make it sound like I or anyone else here had a choice in showing up.

… The moment Sienna appeared on the sports field, Hunter and the others started screaming and calling out to her. “Boss! Boss!” “…” Did they have to be so enthusiastic? It was as if they had not seen each other in eight hundred years. Sienna glanced at the few people with a slight smile and asked, “How is the distribution going? What are the results?” “I won!” “I won, too!” Hunter and Monki were the first to stand up, followed by Chase and Rowan. The four of them were the final winners after several rounds of fighting, so they had the priority to choose among the weapons they brought back last night.

However, in the second half of the race, Number Seven suddenly surges with immense speed from behind, overtaking Number Three like a shadow and charging furiously toward the finish line. The entire crowd falls into a stunned, dead silence as the underdog beast crosses the finish line first, with the favored Number Three coming in a distant second place. Thanks to that single bet, my hands turn a modest fifteen thousand resources into over three hundred thousand resources, walking away with an incredible, massive win. Lydia claps her hands excitedly before the Alphas. "Alpha Derek, your eyes are amazing! Number Seven actually won the race!" Her joyful, loud laughter causes Jackson, the Elder

But before I could succumb to unconsciousness, I saw the shadows of three figures not far away: a stout warrior staggering, a tall and slender woman, and a robust figure with torn and flowing hair. They had survived the clash. A tearful whisper escaped my lips. Once more, I focused my gaze on those three shadows. In a blink, the small figure of a Pranaiah materialized in my peripheral vision. I smiled before the wind carried it away. It's done, Bonbon. It's done... A heavy drowsiness descended upon me. But before I could completely succumb to it, I felt strong arms catching me from behind. "The arena is over, Idrish. Camp Meridion wins... You win!" came a soft voice, Killan's voice.

Wow, there were no shortage of impressive moves! Her performance was so dazzling that it gave people goosebumps! In the end, she threw a hand grenade into the room, killing the last enemy. As the flames shot up, the girl calmly turned around with her gun, resembling the protagonist in a blockbuster movie! In the third game, Diana once again secured first place! Now, there was no doubt about the champion. "Z-God! Z-God! Z-God!" Someone in the arena shouted first, and soon a wave of chants filled the air, all calling out "Z-God."