Arachne Crane Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Arachne was still out there, and we had no idea what she was planning, or why. We had to decipher the monument's secrets fast—before Arachne struck again. I looked over at Blaze, who was staring at the monument with a look of determination. "We'll figure this out," I said to him. We'll unlock the monument's secrets and break Arachne's spell once and for all." Blaze nodded, his eyes never leaving the monument. "Let's get started," he said.

Goddess, what's this? My whole body burns, and the pain is too much for me to bear. I feel myself slipping in and out of reality. But I managed to open my eyes, and my mouth was so dry that I thought my lips cracked. I don't know about Snow, he doesn't answer me. He must be sick and in hiding. When I tried moving the arms, I realized they were attached with chains. I don't know where I am, and no matter how hard I looked around, everything was so blurred that I couldn't make out anything.

PEA prefers them alive so they dish their own punishments. Rolling my eyes at Mucelini's attempt to break free again, I slammed him into the ground a few times for good measure, then cast a sleeping spell to hold him until I could get him to my truck which was altered to fit an indestructible cage perfect for transporting it’s unwilling passengers.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have the habit of making friends so easily. After all, I’m the holy maiden of the snake people. Maybe only your holy maiden has the right to make friends with me. Others may have to consider if they're worthy.” Philip smiled, surprised at Selma’s bad temper. Arachne was so shocked that she lost her tongue. Arachne was already bothered by the fact that she failed to become the holy maiden. With Selma’s provocation and the fact that Arachne was in no position to refute her, she was at a loss in the face of this embarrassing situation. “I’m in line as the next holy maiden. Ariadna has a few days to live. I’ll take over her position after she dies, so there’s no harm in b

She wondered where her captor was, as she surveyed her surroundings. The room was dark, but thanks to the improved eyesight that came with being a lycanthrope, she could make out a concrete floor, closed windows and an absence of furniture. Then she heard footsteps and she resumed struggling. A switch was flipped on, and the room became brightly illuminated by high-wattage bulbs. Nadine squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. Jonathan Crane walked up to her with a smile on his face, making sure to give her a wide berth, least she try to kick him.

PRINCE ARCHER WAS ALONE in the shelter when he awoke the following morning. Aurora was no longer in his arms. Outside, he could hear the sound of firewood crackling, and could smell the aroma of roasted meat. Getting up from the floor of the tent, the prince-in-disguise held the back of his neck, cracking it slightly to alleviate the dull pain he was feeling on it. He must have fallen asleep in an awkward position. Walking outside, he caught sight of Aurora sitting in front of a fire roast, turning over the heat what looks to be some sort of bird meat skewered on a piece of stick. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps, and, catching sight of his face, flustered a little and turned her

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Her mother wasn't even around because she had to take care of Harriot. The Cruz family was around. Clara felt ashamed of herself on seeing them there. Rubbing her sweaty hands on her lap, there was an unbeatable amount of fear in her after seeing Philip. Her pulse ran the fastest race inside of her body causing more nervousness. Everything started to slow down in front of her and in her. She started to feel her brain split in two and her consciousness fading quickly.

I demanded, my heart pounding in my chest. Then a person stepped forward, revealing a tall, gaunt woman with long silver hair and eyes that seemed to bore into my soul. "I am Arachne," she hissed, her voice like a snake slithering through the grass. "And you, Ruth, are a threat to my power." I stood tall, my heart racing with fear. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady. Arachne laughed, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Don't play dumb, Ruth," she sneered. "I know all about your little gift. And I'll stop at nothing to take it for myself."

, illuminating her future.Six weeks later...Arachne strolled through her estate's gardens, laughter and music drifting from the ballroom. She had transformed the once-oppressive space into a sanctuary.It's dinner time, Arachne gazed at the steaming dinner before her, stomach growling with anticipation. The steward, Jenson, poured wine into her glass.As she lifted her fork, a sudden wave of nausea crashed over her. The room spun, and her vision blurred."Mistress?" Jenson's concerned voice cut through the haze.Arachne pushed back from the table, covering her mouth. She rushed to the nearby washbasin, her dinner splattering into it.Jenson supported her, holding a cool cloth to her forehead. "Sh