Annie Cresta Hunger Games Novels & Stories

But peace is always fragile, and on an otherwise ordinary morning, it shattered. A visitor arrived at the pack house one whose presence sent shockwaves through Crestmoon. A young woman stood at the entrance, her long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight and her pale blue eyes scanning the faces around her. She was strikingly beautiful, exuding confidence and elegance that immediately drew attention. Ralph stepped forward, his brows furrowed in confusion and annoyance. “Who are you, and what are you doing on my territory?” The woman tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “My name is Cassandra,” she said smoothly, her voice carrying an air of authority. “And I’m here because I ha

But then Cassandra was confused why she's inside the cage. She approaches slowly to approach her who turns around to face her as soon as she heard a footstep. The girl in front of her eyes is gorgeous. And as their eyes meet, Katniss tears started to rolled down into her cheeks, as Cassandra suddenly feel the strong connection that seems connecting her into Katniss. She wanted nothing but to hug her tightly, but even how Katniss what this so bad, she knows that it is impossible. Cassandra's brows furrow a bit, she swallowed hard and stared at Katniss who's now crying. Cassandra was about to ask who she is when her eyes darted on Katniss necklace that's the same from what she have.

When she received the text from Luna, she said to her master, “Master, now that you’ve drunk Ms. Crestfall’s liquor, it’s time for you to return the favor.” Mr. Walker’s hand holding the cup froze in the air. He looked disheartened as he shook his head sentimentally. “I know, I know. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Tell me, what does she need from an old man like me?” Athena told her master about what happened. “Ms. Crestfall is at Good Life Farm now, and Andrius got into a conflict with the other side. The opposite seems to have a strong backup, so she wants us to help.”

I ignored her, grabbing a vest and paint gun and a map as everyone started to get ready. “You will have one hour. Crests are hidden in marked forest boundaries and have some identifying factors so use your sense of smell, hearing and sight to your advantage. There are twenty different crests. The first team to collect the most crests wins.” Excitement rippled through the crowd as we all geared up but I felt anything but excited. I was already at a disadvantage with my lack of abilities and stuck with two girls who hated me. Yay. Mia stepped closer to me as we moved toward the starting line.

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

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

“This is stupid. Nothing’s happening.” “Keep going,” Ezra said, crouching nearby. “I saw you last night—you were close. What does it feel like?” “Fire in my bones. Everything locks up. No release.” Dane pushed through the reps. “Why do you care? You hate me.” Ezra laughed. “I like winning. Beating you fairly beats holding this secret. Talk. When did you first realize you couldn’t shift?” “I was fourteen,” Dane grunted. “Full moon ceremony. Everyone changed easily. I froze. Dad covered, said late bloomer. It never came.”

Because what would he gain from this? He made sure that I got that point last time. Ceylan, far ahead, who had lost his pack members, his home, his territory, and most especially his mate, was seething red. “Creed!” He called out in pain, agony, anger, and so much hatred as he ran to the roof where Creed was waiting. Creed’s eyes glanced at me for mere seconds, and I couldn’t miss out on the smirk playing on his face. He looks like he would kill anyone, including me.

She’s in her thirties and is wearing a jarring and bright contrast of a suit jacket, a skirt and a turban, plus a boa-sized layering of shawls and scarves. At least 20 minutes is spent filling out the personal information sheet. Because Kate is terrified out of her wits, she goes on auto-pilot. Her brain takes over and she has an almost out-of-body experience where she watches her own self going through the motions. The head examiner says “… yadda, yadda, yadda cream of the crop yadda, yadda, yadda…” and freely associating, Kate’s hyperactive imagination takes all of them to the Reaping. The head examiner – because of her eclectic fashion sense – turns into Effie. “Happy Hunger Games! And ma

Let me not waste your time. I think I can at least try be happy here but trouble keeps looking for me. I mean, look how Aunt Kayla's matter has turned out. Then, I got to my new school and the queen bee had it out for me. The queen bitch's name is Kimberly. Guess what? She questioned my identity. Let me not go about telling you how the whole thing happened. That's a story for another day.