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. "Ivy 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

The 66th Hunger Games was one of the most interesting to watch. However, for Aurelia, it was one of the hardest. The Arena was made of glass, but she survived. This is her story and how she met Finnick Odair.

in which peeta mellark falls for his mentor, valenia warner THE HUNGER GAMES FANFIC peeta mellark x femoc!

𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙊𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙊𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢, 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚mselves 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬'𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 4 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙡'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙮, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙮𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙮. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 75𝙩𝙝 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙡. ❈❈❈ finnick odair x fem!oc pre-hunger games - mockingjay part 2 started: 01/04/2025

' Bunch of purple flowers to decorate daddy's hero. Mourning in the aerodrome, the weather warmer, she is colder. Four men in uniform, to carry home my little soldier. ' ⠀ 𓉸 written by lotusdolls © 2026 ❪ cover by surfdoll ❫

The cold in District 12 was not like that of other places. It was not a clean cold that heralded snow or frost. It was a dirty cold, a cold that seeped from the bowels of the earth, impregnated with coal dust and the stale breath of the mines. It was the cold of those who rise early to work in darkness, of those who sleep hungry and wake hungrier. It was the cold of resignation. The people of District 12 knew that Grave was a hunter. That was enough. But the truth was darker and more precise: Grave Blankell was a Human Hunter, a title the Capitol granted sparingly and only the most lethal could possess. He tracked deserters, rebels, fugitives - men and women who believed they could escape the yoke of Panem. Grave found them where no one else could, in the depths of the forbidden forests, in the forgotten tunnels beneath the cities, in the sewers where the desperate went to die. He found them and delivered them to the Capitol. Or he killed them, if that was the order. From her first breath, Alianelle was a piece of a larger machine. At six months, Grave began taking her into the forest, strapped to her chest in a leather carrier while he hunted. At two, she already held a real dagger, not a toy, and learned to skin a rabbit. At four, she set simple traps. At six, she killed her first animal - a giant squirrel - with a precise stone throw. At eight, she could follow a blood trail for miles without losing it. At ten, she mastered hand-to-hand combat, and at eleven, she knew twelve different ways to kill a man with her bare hands. While the other children of District 12 begged for crumbs and prayed not to be chosen at the Reaping, Alianelle trained for the opposite. Her father did not want her to avoid the Games. He wanted her to dominate them.

The Capitol's most prized possessions, their weapons of mass destruction. Their ultimate downfall. When the odds aren't in your favor maybe it's time to alter the odds.

Kit Everdeen a 13-year-old girl known for getting into trouble... Well more of taking the blame for her friend. Gets into a pretty horrible fight with her best friend Gale. Through all that and an attempt to end her life she decided to volunteer for some random girl on the Reaping day. Being sent off to the games realizing she has so much more to come home to she realized she has to actually try to survive the Games But will she? *Warning* This Book contains mentions of the following Death Suicide Killing Fighting Sexualizing If any of these things make you uncomfortable please don't read.

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ꜱɪɴ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ."

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

El frío en el Distrito 12 no era como el de otros lugares. No era un frío limpio que anunciara nieve o escarcha. Era un frío sucio, un frío que se filtraba desde las entrañas de la tierra, impregnado de polvo de carbón y el aliento viciado de las minas. Era el frío de los que madrugan para trabajar en la oscuridad, de los que duermen con hambre y despiertan con más hambre. Era el frío de la resignación. Los habitantes del Distrito 12 sabían que Grave era cazador. Eso era suficiente. Pero la verdad era más oscura y más precisa: Grave Blankell era un Cazador de Humanos, un título que el Capitolio concedía con cuentagotas y que solo los más letales podían ostentar. Rastreaba desertores, rebeldes, fugitivos. Hombres y mujeres que creían poder escapar del yugo de Panem. Grave los encontraba donde nadie más podía, en las profundidades de los bosques prohibidos, en los túneles olvidados bajo las ciudades, en las alcantarillas donde los desesperados iban a morir. Los encontraba y los entregaba al Capitolio. O los mataba, si la orden era esa. Desde su primera respiración, Alianelle fue una pieza de un engranaje mayor. A los seis meses, Grave comenzó a llevarla al bosque, atada a su pecho en un porteo de cuero mientras él cazaba. A los dos años, ella ya sostenía una daga de verdad, no de juguete, y aprendía a cortar la piel de un conejo. A los cuatro, tendía trampas simples. A los seis, mató a su primer animal, una ardilla gigante, con una certera pedrada. A los ocho, podía seguir un rastro de sangre durante kilómetros sin perderlo. A los diez, dominaba el combate cuerpo a cuerpo, y a los once, sabía cómo matar a un hombre de doce formas distintas con las manos vacías. Mientras los otros niños del Distrito 12 mendigaban migajas y rezaban para no ser seleccionados en la Cosecha, Alianelle entrenaba para lo contrario. Su padre no quería que evitara los Juegos. Quería que los dominara.

america everdeen was crowned the victor of the 70th hunger games after her district partner sacrificed himself for her. years later, america is forced to mentor her sister and the brother of the boy who died for her. and the only person who understands her is the one person she is forbidden to see. oc x finnick odair

The odds are never in my favor.

"Stay Alive, My Love." ~sotr - mockingjay ~ #1 in Haymitch Abernathy ~ 07/22/2025 # 1 in Covey ~ 11/12/2025 # 1 in HaymitchXOC ~ 12/21/2025

When a group of outcasts are sentenced to the land of Euphoria, they decide to fight amongst themselves to determine the the best District. But when Angelica arrives at the island, she gets sorted into an unknown district whilst her life is put on the clock. Will she be able to create peace amongst the districts or will all havoc break out...

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.

When Dakota's sister dies before being formally crowned Victor of the 52nd Hunger Games, she must adopt the identity of Montana Dewdrop, the Ice Queen. Plucked from District 7, she is arranged to be married to Haymitch Abernathy, the rascal who won two years prior. Slight problem, he is now a drunken cynic and Dakota wants nothing to do with him. post sotr-???

"𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑭 𝑰𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑴𝑬? 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵?" "𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑳𝑳 𝑨𝑰𝑴 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬" Welcome to the 74th Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor. [cato hadley x fem!oc]