Katnisseverdeen Stories

"Now, if you want to even survive a millisecond in that arena, you need to pay attention," Haymitch Abernathy mutters. He jerks his chin toward a girl near the weapon racks. "Ivory Rose. District 4. Victor of the Sixty-Eighth Hunger Games." Katniss expects someone loud. Another Career. Another arrogant victor draped in Capitol beauty. Instead, Ivy Rose stands perfectly still. Dark green fabric wraps around her arms like vines, and there's something unsettling about the calm expression on her face. Not cold exactly. Controlled. "Capitol called her the Thorned Rose," Haymitch says. "Mostly because they needed something pretty to distract people from what she actually did in that arena." Peeta glances over. "Which was?" Haymitch lets out a dry laugh. "She poisoned half her competition before the bloodbath even ended."

"My advice is always ruin the friendship, better that than regret it for all time..." Haymitch narrows his eyes, "You've trained for this." She smirks a little, "I'm from District One, obviously I've trained." "No," he shakes his head, "You're different - you're not arrogant, you're confident." It's her turn to roll her eyes as she redirects her gaze to the sunset, "Yeah, well, I'm a Blessing. I was practically raised for this. My brothers set the bar pretty high." His eyebrows raise at that, he'd heard of her family. God, practically everyone in Panem had heard of her family. Because every time a Blessing child had volunteered for the Hunger Games, they didn't just win - they entertained.

Soren Knightly, district 12. Soren never thought he would end up here. Next to Katniss Everdeen as district 12's newest tributes, his brother's screams still ringing in his ears and one thought on his mind. Is this the end? "'Cause when, when the fire's at my feet again And the vultures all start circling They're whispering, you're out of time But still, I rise This is no mistake, no accident When you think the final nail is in, think again Don't be surprised, I will still rise" DISCLAIMER: all credit goes to Suzanne Collins. I only own Soren and his plot. TW: violence, blood, cursing, PTSD, pain... Katniss x Male Oc

All caged animals eventually go mad. When District 10's very own Aurelia Seymour is reaped for the 72nd annual hunger games, she is the face of innocence. An unsuspecting Lamb awaiting the eager corruption of the Capitol. But as the rebel force grows and strategies are drawn up they need to decide. What must they sacrifice? Who must they sacrifice? ♡♡♡ Pre Hunger Games - Mocking Jay © All rights Reserved

scout azure's victory was an accident.

Plaything of the Capitol. Hunger Games: Post SOTR to Mockingjay.

At thirteen, winning the games isn't easy. It isn't easy at all. But what if you know how to play the games?

My heart pounds as I race toward the frothing, bloodstained water. I have to get away. I hear pounding footsteps behind me, but I don't dare look back. I just keep running towards the beach. Someone darts in front of me and splashes into the water. I stumble, tripping over my feet to stop my momentum so I don't run them over. They fall, and something I can't see drags them away. Thick, sticky blood splatters onto my face and arms. There's monsters in the water. There's monsters everywhere. This is a Hunger Games Fanfic with Katniss as a mentor. It will all be explained at the start of the book, in the Author's Note.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐛 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 - 𝐇𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life 🌾 Open

❝ You'll never get away from the Sound of the woman that loves you ❞ ( HAYMITCH ABERNANTHY 𝓧 Fem oc ) ( Sunrise on the reaping 𝓧 Fem oc ) ( S0URKISSES ╱ 2026 ) © S0URKISSES

(Y/n) is a resident of district 1, and Reaping Day has rolled around. After volunteering for her childhood friend, and her own admirer volunteers to be with her, how will things pan out in The Hunger Games? DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Hunger Games franchise or characters.

𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻; 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱; 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝗘𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗱𝗲. ་༘࿐ OC X OC 𝗛𝗔𝗬𝗠𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 anyone in the games would look out for him. Never believed anyone would protect him like he tried to protect the little ones around him. And yet he finds someone who he eventually begins to see not as a competitor, or district 4 tribute, but as a sister. ! sunrise on the reaping fanfic !

The 29th Hunger Games. 24 tributes. One victor. The story of the girl who decided that if they were going to make her a fighter, she wouldn't stop once the cannons ceased. Octavia Ebony Vell, a 16 year old from District 12, Covey, sent into the arena with nothing but a borrowed poem in her throat and a locket that belonged to someone whose voice was stolen long before they died. The Capitol turns children into corpses and calls it entertainment- but she's not their tribute. She's their reckoning. The poem wasn't hers, the locket wasn't hers, and neither was her body, or her grief. But the hunger? Her fight? It was the first thing she'd ever truly owned. Full credit to Suzanne Collins for the creation of The Hunger Games. I do not claim anything except for characters I have created.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Alecto Abraxas, Victor of the 70th Hunger Games. The charming young woman who has claimed the hearts of the darlings in the Capitol. One of the most brutal Careers to come out of the arena, even after her rejection of the Career Pack. Every year, she watches as another young girl and boy are pulled from the academy to volunteer for the Games. She watches as they cheer, and gloat and boast. Watching their childish excitement for glory clouds their minds. But Alecto knows the truth. They are nothing but pigs for slaughter. But she is helpless as she watches her brother volunteer the same way she did four years ago, the same eager glint in his eyes. Alecto knows she must do everything she can to bring him home. But then she meets the girl on fire, a ghost from her past she faintly remembers. Katniss Everdeen, the volunteer from District 12, the same girl who has haunted Alecto for years since that day in the forest. As the world around them clashes, they realize that the only reprieve they can find is together under the midnight sky, where their problems seem miniscule compared to the thousands of constellations above them. How can it be, that the girl who takes everything from Alecto, leaving her shattered in grief; is the only one who can put her back together, keeping her tethered to hope? To rebellion. To freedom.

It's been 3 years after the war, Peeta and Katniss are dating. Peeta wants kids but Katniss doesn't. Will Katniss cave and give Peeta his dream that he's wanted for years? Or is Peeta willing to give his dream up to stay with Katniss, the girl of his dreams? THERE WILL BE SOME SMUT (some very detailed, some not too detailed, and some not detailed) ALL CHARACTERS WERE CREATED BY SUZANNE COLLINS!

What if the hunger games had a hybrid with supernatural abilities perform in them...? And what if the hybrid was no older than 13? Will Angelic win, or will the elder overpower her? Read to find out.

𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂 ╱ 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he was the first on her kill list . ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ why couldn't she kill 𝒉𝒊𝒎 ? ──── fem!ocxfinnick. fanfic. based on the hunger games © suzanne collins &. lionsgate. ©situwo 2026/27. book all rights reserved. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝘤𝘵𝘵𝘰. @killzones ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 4 ♡ desc. layout inspo, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ graphics by me.

❣ 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 ➻ A FINNICK ODAIR FANFIC ❝YOU GAVE ME PEACE IN A LIFETIME OF WAR.❞ FOUNTAINFANTASY (Finnick Odair / Hunger Games) © Gabby 2025 COVER BY MSDORALILIANA

Amaya Odair walked away from the 69th Hunger Games a victor. A winner. But, she never felt like she had won. To survive those sets of games, Amaya watched the boy she loved die. She had to do other things too. She had to become things to be the one who walked away. And, a lot of times she finds herself wishing she had been one of the tributes to die in that arena. It's been a year. Now, Amaya finds herself a mentor. She is supposed to guide other children - her peers - in these games. She finds herself lost in the ghosts of her pasts and the horrors of her present. She is barely keeping her head above water. But, the show must go on. [This book spans years rather than one set of games like High Tide.]