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No one ever wins the games...

Survival isn't the hardest part of the Hunger Games. It's what comes after. Ray Volta never planned to be a tribute. But when her name is called for the 72nd Hunger Games, she doesn't just have to fight for her life-she has to fight for Keenen, the boy who never should have been reaped. Thrown into an arena of jagged cliffs, deadly traps, and merciless tributes, Ray quickly learns that survival isn't just about strength-it's about choices. About who to trust, who to fight, and who to protect. Lark, the axe-wielding tribute from District 7, is dangerous in more ways than one. She's ruthless. She's quick. She's unpredictable. And worst of all-Ray wants to trust her. But in a game where only one can live, is trust just another weakness? As the Games drag on, the Capitol's mutts aren't the only monsters lurking in the mountains. The Gamemakers are watching, the Careers are hunting, and something in the arena is changing. Ray was prepared to kill. But what if survival means becoming something worse? And if she makes it out-what comes after?

"Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes. And when again they open, the sun will rise." Peeta Mellark x OC BOOK 1

"But there are much worse games to play..." Peeta Mellark x OC BOOK 3

Isla Crawford won her games nine years ago. Only she couldn't remember how. They programmed something into her head. The capital. She reacted to music with battle. A Major- kick C Minor- uppercut D Flat- blood She had better figure out how soon, though. Because she and Finnick are going back. And this time everything is different. **Language Warning** (Set during Catching Fire. Begins the night of the Quarter Quell announcement.)

Alana Knight thinks that The Hunger Games are simply a game of survival, but she soon realizes that survival is the game of life that Victors come to despise. A HUNGER GAMES FANFICTION |Book 1 of 2 in the EVER IN YOUR FAVOUR series| **UNDER MAJOR EDITING**

[Re-written and Re-Published] "This is the story about John Wintergreen, who got reaped for the 70th Hunger Games with his 12 year old neighbor, Jenny Cornwell. Following the rules that only one winner can be crowned, they were both conflicted when being reaped together. However, they both made a pact to not kill each other. So what happens if one of them betrays that promise? And on top of it all, lets the entire nation know? How is the District going to react when one of them comes home, having killed the other and how will that life become for the new victor?" (Edited version of "A Story From District 7")

The capital's pretty boy, Finnick O'dair, he won the 65th Hunger Games at the age of 14, his parents were dead and his younger sister Callie was just 7. Callie was reaped at 15 and won her games. The capital has hurt both of them by selling their bodies, the games don't end. What happens when they get the announcement for the Quarter Quell? # 1 maytheoddsbeeverinyourfavor

"𝐈'𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝗙𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝗙𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄?" Its the 53rd annual hunger games and the tributes have been chosen... "𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍." 24 in only one comes out... "𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝗙𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑."

From the Treaty of the Treason: In penance for their uprising, each district shall offer up a male and a female between the ages of 12 and 18 at a public "Reaping". These Tributes shall be delivered to the custody of The Capitol. And then transferred to a public arena where they will Fight to the Death, until a lone victor remains. Henceforth and forevermore this pageant shall be known as The Hunger Games. ******************************************* My name is Alycer Willows, and the odds weren't in my favor.

Fem reader (y/n) x Finnick Odair Based on the plot/ characters from The Hunger Games (films/books) alongside storylines of my own creation: "You won one Hunger Games. The 66th annual games. You never expected that 9 years later, you'd be forced into another one. Side by side with your friend and fellow victor Finnick Odair, you realise that the only way to stop the Hunger Games is to join the revolution and overthrow President Snow and The Capitol once and for all. There will be smut, fluff, violence etc... in this, so I'll put a warning at the beginning of any applicable chapter! Enjoy! - L :) xx

Here you'll find a good majority of my Author Games tributes and all their entries :) [02/2016 - 07/2017] L I V I N G: ~Janet Qiang (District 5 Female, Winter Wonderland, FINALS PENDING) L E G A C I E S: ~Bianca Nagasaki (Gryffindor 2, Harry Potter and the Battle of the Hogwarts Houses, VICTOR) ~Kristyn Han (Percy Jackson 1, Battle of the Fandoms, 2ND PLACE FINALIST) ~Edelina Renova (District 12 Female, Panemdemic, 2ND PLACE FINALIST) ~Xander McColl (District 13 Male, Panemdemic, 4TH PLACE FINALIST) ~The Zhangs (Lucian Team 3, The World Upside Down, 4TH PLACE FINALIST) ~Rosella Van Carter (District 3 Female, Literature, 4TH PLACE SEMIFINALIST) ~Ho Rui Min (Asia 2, Planet Earth, 6TH PLACE SEMIFINALIST) ~Tamara Anacourt (Beauxbatons 4, The City of Gold, 8th/24 [TASK 6]) ~Millicent DuVent (District 10 Female, Floors, 10th/24 [TASK 5]) ~Olivia Del Arbre/Grant Del Arbre (District 7 Female/Male, Bloodbound, 11th/28 [TASK 5]) ~Justina Tremblant (Candidus 1, The Art of War, 15th/22 [TASK 3]) ~Elyse Quieras (District 9 Female, The Hanging Tree Games: Revisited, DROPPED OUT [TASK 3])

"All ready" she smiles innocently as she begins walking along, pulling me with her. It's a nice day, sun shining down on our backs, bright blue sky coating the space above us. Almost makes me wish I hadn't spent the past week hiding like a coward. My long strides were big compared to her small steps. And before we know it we're at her resting place. An open field with rows of headstones marking a fallen soul. Theres hundreds of them, grave after grave. It's never ending. "Help me pick some for Mum, Crate" she smiles as she bends down and starts to pluck the wildflowers from their roots. "Alright" I sigh, kneeling to her side and grabbing handfuls if whatever I could find. Honeycomb heads, Penstemons, blue bonnets, and Boykinias were spread across the ground bringing a vibrance to the landscape. It was a nice resting place for mum." ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖮𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾? - Novella to the Weeping Willow

I Lily Hawthorne won the Hunger Games by doing something dangerous and rebellious. Now I must work to fix it or my actions could start and all out war. But whoever said life was fair clearly had never been in my shoes.

Another year. Another Games. Another Victor. Sometimes all you can do is run. Other times? You can hide before they can find you. Most of the time? Say fuck it and make the most out of it.

My name is Angus. I am 17 years old. I live in district 10. And I'm about to become the male tribute of my district for the 25th annual Hunger Games. President Bell said that this year would be very special, but no one could have predicted what is about to happen.

Glass, beautiful and elegant yet sharp. Glass had always liked her name. She was often described as beautiful but had a sharp tongue. There is also the fact that she has been training for the hunger games since before she could walk. At the young age of 14 she was picked for the 66th hunger games. No one thought she would come back alive. While in the capital she meets a certain 15 year old mentor and they immediately click. While in the games everybody learns something about Glass. Unlike her name she is not fragile.

The 100th Hunger Games. The 4th Quarter Quell. President Snow announces this year's twist. A twist like none before. Winter Brightbreeze is a 16 year old girl living I'm District 8, extremely effected by this twist. Will Winter be able to survive this years Quarter Quell and protect the people she loves? Or will Winter die and lose it all? Her fate isn't in her hands and the odds are definitely not in her favor.

What if Peeta and Katniss never met.... What if Katniss never existed.... Cover by: @_internet_queen_ COMPLETE!! ALL CREDIT TO SUZANNE COLLINS 💗