Arachne Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

she said. “And what does it look like, Price and his parasites?” “Dr. Octopus, but with a bunch of two-foot-long black smoky tentacles coming out from the back of his neck instead of his waist.” I loved that she would quote a literature classic and a Marvel comic just as easily. “And his friend didn’t look any better. They’re a dreadful sight to behold.” I recalled his sudden migraine and Amy confirmed that was the parasites, causing him health issues to feed on his pain and on his dependency on meds.

Lila's POV As I stood there, trying to process the memories that had flooded my mind, Arachne's smile grew wider. She seemed to be enjoying my confusion, and I felt a surge of irritation towards her. "What do you mean, my true potential?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Arachne's eyes glinted with amusement. "You have a gift, Lila," she said. "A gift that could change the course of your life forever."

As I sat up I could see the bruises on my arms and legs from yesterday. I'm Aurora Nightshade, the omega of the Clearwater Pack. At fifteen years old most would expect me to be excited about shifting for the time and finding my mate. Instead, each day is a struggle for survival in a pack that views me as nothing but a target for their abuse and a servant. I quickly dressed in my hand-me-down clothes – castoffs from pack members who couldn't be bothered to offer anything better. Time was of the essence; being late to prepare breakfast was not an option I wanted to entertain.

Ariana staggered backward. Her vision blurred, and a sharp pain tore through her abdomen. She pressed a hand against her lower stomach, and when she lifted it, she saw the deep crimson staining her palm. Blood. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps. A tremor ran through her entire body. She tried to stay on her feet, but her knees buckled, sending her collapsing onto the cold floor of her apartment. Xavier, still standing on the balcony, watched her with an unreadable expression. “It looks like you’re in trouble, Ariana.”

Rachel said. “I will now enjoy her downfall. It only a matter of time before Harry comes running back into my arms like a wounded wolf. I am not pregnant anymore and Tamara will be gone in a few days. There is nothing to keep us apart from each other,”Rachel said as she lifted her glass of juice to make a toast. ******** She gained consciousness and could smell the taste of blood from her mouth and she never liked it. “I have to get out of here or else they will rape me as they said and then they will kill me,”she said to herself. She looked around her and saw a large window beside her.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, another line of elegant script appeared on the page. It read: “Clue 1: Find me at the bottom of the spider queen’s glass, though do beware she can be quite crass.” No. No, absolutely not. Even as I shook my head, fighting to erase the words now etched into my consciousness, I couldn’t ignore the truth. My first clue was with the spider queen: Aranea, Goddess of Arachnids. Draco snarled loudly enough to send those nearest to us skittering back. He ran his fingers through his frosted hair and exhaled through his teeth.

Through trouble and rain, I've come so far. Arachne POV I was watching Ajax, when my stomach growled. I looked at my cousin, Hades and he gave me a nod. I stood up and gave Ajax a nod to continue when he stopped. I walked out of the room and began walking to the courtyard. Hades and Persephone appeared next to me. "I think Thanatos could use some help." She told me. "You're eating for two, kid." "I am not a kid. We're the same age bitch." I growled at her, with irritation.

She was crying. ‘Help… me…. I beg…. you…’ she whispered suddenly, making my eyes grow wide in shock. Nightcrawlers, as far as I know, are driven purely by madness and don’t have the sanity to connect with anyone other than other nightcrawlers. They communicate their hunger, but this nightcrawler seemed to have a breakthrough. I turned to Valkerie for help. ‘What should I do?’ I asked as I watch her reach out her hand, which was covered in dark scales. Why haven’t I noticed that before?

"we are more than you, you know." With a feral growl, Luna Launched at Arachne, her claws extended. Arachne met her attack with a swipe of her own, their claws clashing with a burst of dark and light energy. Asher joined the fray, attacking from the side, his jaws snapping at Arachne's arm.