Youngest Hunger Games Winner Novels & Stories

The alarm clock in my room didn’t just ring; it shrieked. It was 6:00 AM, the start of my final birthday before Selection Day. In Oakhaven, that’s not just a birthday. It’s the day the government decides your entire life. You pass the test, you become a Scholar and live in the high towers. You fail, you work in the mines until your back breaks. I rolled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor. My parents were already in the kitchen, their faces pale. They were terrified for me, even if they tried to hide it behind forced smiles and burnt toast.

Old traditions die hard with the older generation. The oldest of the three stands up, leaning heavily on his cane. "I present to you all, the winner. Miss Natalia Jones, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack."

she sighed. "And… um... so that you know. I wasn't going to be a priestess. My father intended to marry me off to either the son of one of his friends or possibly one of his eligible friends when I turn 17. But that, of course, changed when the names were drawn for the tributes. Every noble-born between the ages of 15 and 17 was in that drawing. My name just happened to be drawn. And my father's plans to use me to gain more wealth and political power is gone." she shrugged.

I said. “Never.” I increased pressure slightly. “I don't want to hurt you. But I will finish this. Yield.” Vanessa's eyes filled with tears of rage and humiliation. “I yield,” she choked out. The crowd erupted. I released her and stood. I offered my hand. She slapped it away. “Don't pretend to be gracious. You won. Congratulations.” Elder Thompson entered the ring. “Winner: Luna Sophie Turner. The challenge has been answered, and—”

She gets dressed immediately, but doesn't dare leave the place where she is. - What is your name? – the alpha asks, kindly. - My name is Katniss. - How old are you, Katniss? - I'm eighteen. - she answers without lifting her eyes from the ground. - Where are your parents? - They were killed by other rogues two years ago. - she replies. - Do you know the rogues that were chasing you? - No. I always hid and kept my distance from other rogues, but I was so hungry that I didn't notice their presence. I ran away. Sorry for getting into the pack.

Cho more curiously. “It’s like a fairy tale” said Eun Ji and Jiyoung smiled, but on the other hand, Layla was still worried for her sister as she was focused on how this fairy tale ends. “I am 20 now. Ji Hoon was awarded as the strongest soldier no one could defeat and he became the general of the special forces, the youngest general in history. He was already the most handsome guy in the town and now he is the strongest! Life is so unfair!! Every girl was dying to be in his arms, everyone was looking at him but he was looking at me. There was a tournament between the soldiers of different kingdoms and Ji Hoon won it with ease. Joon was the second achiever. I can see it now…” said Lily in a

Queenie guess who changed it to? Kristen Oliver thought for a moment and asked with a smile, 'It's the winner Shen Yu!' 'Smart.' Yu Chujie sat down and poured herself a glass of water. Anna Garcia snapped her cell phone angrily. 'They were premeditated, didn't they? Even Shen Yu came.' Kristen Oliver felt bad, too. 'If Shen Yu takes part, it's really a bit tricky.' Shen Yu, the youngest film winner, is also good-looking, with millions of fans.

She watched as the gamma, defeated and in pain, slinked away, her thirst for victory crushed. Kaerlia stood there, battered and bruised, she was bleeding all over but alive. She had avenged Nova's death and proven her strength as a Luna. The arena around her grew silent, and Lady Dyare's voice echoed one last time. "Kaerlia Snow, The future Supreme Luna Queen of the Werewolf race wins. " Everyone was too stunned to cheer and the portal opened. My victory in the brutal Hunger Games came at a heavy cost. As I emerged from the arena, her body battered and bleeding, I looked ahead to see the worried faces of Mobali, her ladies in waiting, and Venus running towards me. My smile, though weak, con

Every pulse of pain shoved them further apart. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out. The same demand, every night since the calm broke. I pressed my thumbs into my eye sockets and breathed through my teeth. "Marcus." My beta appeared in the doorway. He'd been waiting. He always waited on these nights. "The tributes," I said. "Is there one who resembles her." He didn't ask who. "The girl from the eastern valley. Dark hair, similar build. Not exact." "Close enough. Bring her."

“ I am glad to announce that we have a winner of this round! After a voting system, our winner for the first time is color purple! “ No way, that was dencia not her. Dencia stood at the middle, shocked at her victory when she didn't even play the round, thane had ordered her to leave. But regardless, she smiled and accepted her win. “ The girl going home is Color peach. “ That was Eunice. She had tears standing at the bridge of her eyes as she said her final goodbyes. Dencia suspected that something was off with the results, but she thanked the stars that she wasn't on the chopping block.