Annie Cresta Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A mother's fury, ancient and unstoppable, burning away fear and resignation like morning fog. Aurora arranged the food with shaking hands, tears streaming down her young face. "Please eat something, mistress. At least for the baby. You need strength ." Their eyes met—Luna and handmaid, bound by loyalty stronger than pack law. Anna's filled with desperate gratitude and love for this brave girl. Aurora couldn't bear the intensity of that gaze. She stood abruptly and fled up the stairs, sobbing openly now, her composure finally breaking.

Watching as the clouds roll in. “True sir. She is not worthy of a wonderful Alpha like you.” Cia’s words were cold. I knew she was lying to keep me in tone. “Eventually, the Henderson brothers will realize I have their sweet precious Crissy.” I turn to Cia. “What do you think? Do you think they will come to save her?” “They might because her scent is strong, and I believe they are close by,” Cia responds. “Then we wait until the games begin.” I start laughing.

I have had a crush on Crane since I was 12 but I never had the courage to tell him about it. It was just recently he told me about his love for me and we started courting. I am an orphan so there were no parents to stop us and his parents didn’t mind. We were the talk of the whole pack. Crane was the brother of the alpha and were considered as royalty. I will be treated as a luna. It didn’t really matter to me if I was the luna or not, all that mattered was that Crane loves me and I love him deeply.

The forest trembled with the clash of swords and steel. The moonlight fractured across the chaos, silver light flashing over snarling wolves and blades dripping with blood. Nyra struggled in the grip of her captors, dragged through the undergrowth. Her wrists burned where the warriors’ claws dug into her skin, each tug tearing at her. She kicked and sank her teeth into the arm of one, but it only earned her a brutal strike to the ribs that almost knocked the air from her lungs.

he shouted. Azrael only laughed at Levi. The two female wolves stood up and began walking. They went back to their base. If you were wondering why Azrael is slacking off and why was she sweating, well they only trained for what’s coming. It has been a week and Azrael has been improving a lot. They finally made a plan on how they could enter the bloody Crimson Crest pack with all those lycans. But just in case they’d screw up, they will need a lot of strength and skills to at least take down lycans. A life for a life. “Round 23!” Lexi announced from afar.

“She chooses the man that treated her like a queen while I treated her like an asset.” But the beast beneath my ribs doesn't give a damn about my bleeding pride. He wants his mate. He wants to inhale the crisp winter rain and crushed lilies that belong to Zara Fen—even if it’s a lethal, torturous dose to carry back to the freezing isolation of Silvercrest.

None gone. Lissa sat hugging her knees, her normally pristine appearance in tatters. "I didn't sign up for this," she whispered. "I wanted a crown, not a manhunt." Cressa sharpened her stolen knife against a stone. "They're not testing us," she said grimly. "They're culling the herd." The implications hung heavy in the air. This wasn't just another trial. This was survival. The truth hung heavy. This wasn’t a trial, it was survival.

She had the feeling she may break in at any moment. She does not want to be in this pain any longer. Why can't she simply let it all go? Why can't it all come to an end? why? Why is life so difficult in our world? What had she done to deserve such torture? What was Luna thinking when she did this to her? Why did she choose Graysen as her mate? He is deserving of someone better. He deserves someone who isn't as damaged as she is. He deserves someone lovely. The small kid within her desired to survive, but she lacked the will to do so in this harsh and cruel world.

As was the sapphire and white garter. “How tall are those heels?” Laura asked. “Six inches,” Celeste admitted. “He’s a foot taller than me. I need something to help me out.” “Show them the back,” Wynne half-whispered. Smiling, Celeste turned around and showed her exposed back. The small half inch sheer strips that went around her shoulders had the same crystals on both edges as they barely went to her back before attaching to the side of the dress. The sides of the dress were just off her back and plunged down deep. At her waist it began to gently curve in before ending just below her wolf. Her entire back was exposed showing the intricate back piece. Including the new Crest showing all thre

André does have a good eye when it comes to fashion. Crista looked stunning with her long, lean legs on display in khaki shorts that reached mid-thigh and a soft blue tank top. She looked casual, yet the way she carried herself held authority. I shouldn’t be surprised she was born to be my mate, to be a Luna. “That’s good to hear. Most find them scary.” André nodded.