Arachne Crane Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Let me just get Codi and we’ll get out of your hair.” I lean my head on the door frame and watch Kas tell Codi a story about Athena turning Arachne into the first ever spider for being good at weaving. The story is captivating. A little creepy, but Codi has no idea what Kas is saying. There is a soft purple glow around them. You can still see Kas’s eyes are puffy and her nose is pink from crying, but she’s smiling now. I guess that’s a good sign? Codi makes a breathy sound of approval at the story.

Narcissus' sister. Angela Athena Martinez. She was known to be ruthless just like all of the Martinez; she inherited the crazy red eyes and the jet black. Sexy and talented. That's a woman I would fuck with no hesitation. I was picky with any woman I would date but her; she could bring my bi out any day. 'Deal with them from most in need to the lea-' he began. 'I can help. I know how to stitch.' I interrupted making eye contact with the woman.

I felt like it was a vivid dream. I saw Nick but was my vision deceiving me? I clawed at my throat and mouth trying to pull out whatever was blocking me. Everything felt so wrong. My throat was hot with pain, ny body tense from the panic. I couldn't focus. Moments later the darkness crept back into my vision.

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Amon would never force Eir, but Eir is too blind to see how she hurts him, Drifta, and eventually herself. "I am sorry, my little spider, that was unnecessary of me!" Arcane’s warm hands pressed on my shoulder as his warm breath fanned my neck. Taking a deep breath, I spun around and squinted my eyes at that sweet-talking little devil. "Spider? Really?" "Of course! Why not? They are beautiful, strong, mythical, and deadly. Just like you, my dear!" "You forgot creepy, disgusting, and horrifying little creatures!"

The big must be sitting up there watching them fight with each other with popcorn, perhaps. “But looking at you made me realize what a grave mistake I had made. You don’t deserve anything that happened to you, and you certainly don’t want to be here. I will let you go,” As the door swung open, Narcissa swiftly unhooked the chains, but it was already too late. A horde of fifty men flooded into the room, overwhelming them. Athena's heart thudded in her chest with an intensity she had never experienced before. The rapid beat reverberated in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. It was as if her entire being was consumed by the relentless rhythm of her own blood, surging through her veins and

“Calm down, son. This is for your protection. For everyone’s.” Kevin stood over him, and Jeff realized he was on his back. He thrashed, fighting against the restraints, pulling them opposite each other and trying to break loose. They were too strong. He struggled to sit up, but something was off. There was a heaviness in his stomach, and he recalled the feeling from his dream. “Dad, something’s wrong!” Jeff looked down and repressed a scream. “My stomach! It’s . . . ” ‘A spider’s cephalothorax is fused with its abdomen and makes up the lower portion of the arachnid.’ Mr. Drake’s voice echoed in his thoughts.

"Have you always been this cute?" I blink. "I uh—" She presses her chest to mine, her eyes darting between my mouth and my eyes. "You’re so cute that it hurts sometimes." I gasp when I feel her other hand move against my front. "Veronica." She moves her head over my shoulder, and my hands clench by my sides at the words she whispers into my ears. "Shh. I’ll make you feel good." ARABELLA. My heart aches in my chest at his state as I pull him inside. My hand immediately cups his cheek, tears burning my eyes when he trembles against my hold. "What happened?"

“Keep her comfortable so long as it’s safe, but I fear we cannot delay much longer. The master has given us specific instructions if he doesn’t return.” The maid tilted her head and rushed to get her mistress water. She then climbed up the stairs and carefully placed the glass in the lady’s trembling hands. Lady Ravenwood had paled considerably since the night began. Her brown hair was plastered over her forehead, and deep shadows made her eyes sunken. It was a terrible sight, especially for those who knew how beautiful the mistress was in good health. Her dress was stained with blood, and she was sweating profusely despite the cold temperature of the room. Agatha had done everything she cou