Arachne Crane Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Maya screamed and lifted her torso and had to bend a little to the side, which hurt her currently held arm, but she pulled on Megumi’s hair and with amazing strength pulled her over her back and Megumi was quick to turn it into a triangle. Her legs round her neck and her pulling on her arm she had been pulling on earlier. Everyone gasped when Maya got onto her heel. She looked to be getting up. And there were cheers. Megumi didn’t relent. She squeezed and pulled harder. Maya was on a leg now and she looked to be getting on her other leg. And if she got on her two feet, she would bring her back onto the mat and that would hurt. But Maya’s knees buckled and she was on the mat, and she wheezed

This kind of killing was not what he had signed up for. He suddenly felt like he was being watched. From a corner he saw her. Arachne. She had emerged from the shadows, her hands and lower forearm smeared with freshly-shed blood. She glowed. "You—" Thane's gasping stutter was barely audible. "You did this?" She tilted her head to one side, that detestable innocent movement that made terror gallop on hooves through him. "You said to," she said as if speech was unnecessary. "No," smiling, fists locked together.

“Binding Chaos, freeing Echo—you’ve woven a delicate thread. But the tapestry is mine.” Jessica’s spark flared, weak but defiant. “Who are you? What do you want?” The woman lowered her hood, revealing a face that was both ageless and ancient, her eyes twin pools of crimson light. Her features were sharp, almost predatory, but there was a flicker of something familiar—a shadow of her mother’s gentleness, twisted into something cruel. “I am Arachne,” she said. “The True Weaver. Your father sought to control the nexus, but he was a child playing with fire. I am the flame.”

Draken stood among Xander and Azure. Nannies were taking care of little Sarah and Nathan. "He's teaching me how to be fast in sparring. Well, the attitude comes from you, Hunter. Don't act so surprised." She muttered and he narrowed his eyes on her. "I can see the decent bones in you rebelling," He pointed. She passed him a cheeky grin. "It's called freedom, Hunter. And it is deliciously tempting." She mused and he flicked her forehead again. She legit stopped the sudden attack but he was too damn fast and landed the hit.

Just like mine. She was my child. Even asleep it was clear by looking at Penelope that she was mine. All these months I've had a daughter and I didn't even know it. There was an ache in my chest and an uncertainty of what to do next. "Her name is Penelope."Jamie walked into the room and stood beside me at the crib. "After my Mother, she would've been happy about that."I appreciated that Jamie named Penelope after my Mother, especially since I wasn't in the picture."It must've been hard for you doing it alone, I'm sorry that you had to."

She worked to weave them back together, her movements guided by the key’s pulsing light. The tendrils grew more aggressive, their movements erratic and frenzied. One lunged toward Crane, who stumbled backward, barely managing to avoid its grasp. Jamie leapt forward, using his skateboard to block another tendril from striking an anchor. “Crane, get the anchors stable!” Vivienne shouted, slicing through another tendril. “We can’t hold them off forever!” “I’m trying!” Crane yelled, rushing to adjust a glowing stone that had been knocked askew. “These things are more powerful than anything we’ve faced before!”

I'm glad my height didn't ruin my dream. I and seven other girls stand gleefully in the school's gymnasium. Amber, a blonde with blue eyes, sits before us. At each side of the desk stands the co-captain, Sookie, a short-haired blonde, and Katniss, a dark-haired member, holding the uniform. I'm eager to wear my uniform for the first time, but I'm confused why there is only one when there are eight of us. I ignored the thought and tuned into Amber speaking to us.

I said out aloud and both of them looked up at me with a smile. "Ara! you're back!" She climbed down the sofa and rushed over to me. I picked her up and she blessed me with her kisses on the face. I giggled and kissed her back. "Aw someone was excited to see me," I said and she nodded enthusiastically. I put her down and went to the kitchen to fetch something to drink. We had some orange juice and I poured it into a glass before going to sit with them and watch cartoons. Brenna was our next-door neighbor. She was a polite lady in her early forties and often babysat Crystal, my niece on weekdays as on weekends I was home I used to take her responsibility.

Ignoring the blurriness in her vision. The man simply stares at her as if taunting her to make a move. Challenging her to make the next move. Sienna sends me a quick glance and I see the bloodlust in her eyes. This is no longer the kind and gentle Stone Princess. This is the making of a monster. A monster that Hunter himself created. A monster that only Hunter would be able to put a stop to. I watch on in fear as to what's about to happen.

Craving 4 (more desires) “Flip over, I'm ready for round two," she remarked, much like the player that she was. I couldn't move, being bound like a sacrificial lamb hindered my mobility. If she knew that she offered no hint. “Flip over, now,” she said, terror held me hard, I wanted to do what she asked but I couldn't do so as I couldn't move at all.