Arachne Hunger Games Novels & Stories

As usual, she has remembered that my favourite cuisine is Eastern cuisine. “She’s changed,” I reveal to her as I finish the last spoonful of rice. “Arabelle?” Lara smirks, tousling her dark reddish-brown hair. Her hair is a little wavy at the ends, a natural characteristic of the vampiric race in her world. “You too, have changed, haven’t you?”

My eyes felt different, redder. They panicked, not moving from their seats but staring in horror. The demon crawled up in my skin and in seconds, I was standing at the second to the right end of the table. My hand rested on the blonde man, the shadow rising with my body. He shook, and I spoke. “Andre. Why did you do it?” Andre gulped, his voice trembling. “Alpha, I…” I didn't let him finish and present claws into his skin. He groaned and pushed himself away, his wolf taking his form and he lunged.

she asked, there was a hint of unease creeping into her voice. The man's expression was calm. "Don't worry, Aria. She's just sizing you up. Her name is Arachne, by the way. She's a Crone, a special form of witch." Aria's eyes widened. "A Crone? What do you mean?" The man's voice was low. "Arachne is more than 500 years old. She stopped growing physically at the age of 10, but her mind and powers have continued to evolve. She's a force to be reckoned with."

The shadowed figure, though, was something else, a betrayal she couldn’t yet name but felt in her bones. The path led to a towering structure, a loom of obsidian and crimson light, its threads stretching into the void like a spider’s web. At its center stood Arachne, her crimson eyes blazing, her hands weaving threads that shimmered with scenes of destruction—worlds crumbling, stars collapsing, and Jessica, broken, kneeling before her. The shadowed figure was gone, but its absence felt like a trap. “Welcome, my needle,” Arachne said, her voice a blade of ice. “You’ve come to challenge the loom, but you’re already entangled.”

My chest tightens. “What questions?” “About where she comes from,” Arachne replies. “About why things don’t add up. About why her life feels borrowed.” I swallow. “And you answered.” “I told her the truth,” she says. I laugh once, sharp and humorless. “You don’t tell truths,” I say. “You ration them.” Her eyes flicker, but she doesn’t deny it. “What exactly did you tell he” I press. “That her mother was Helena Sterling,” Arachne says.

All she then had to do was charge them both in that direction and they fell to what she hoped would be their death. I underestimated her. Despite the footage of the Arachne attacking Gemma, Stacey, and Felicity, I had underestimated its strength. As it sunk its fangs into Felicities leg, I struggled to focus on administering the antidote and getting us out of the arena. Hunter was firing darts at the beast, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their screams as blood poured out from their bodies. Only now did I realise that the Arachne had barely bitten down on her leg, causing minimal damage compared to what should have happened, what I thought had happened.

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.

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."

I nod my head and she continues “ I am a werewolf and the mate of the beta in Ravenous pack” I heard the word that I've been my nightmare since my dad left me “ What? Do you say ravenous pack? I mean the group of people that killed my dad. Why didn't you tell me all these while I am friends with my enemy.” I couldn't believe my ears that I was friend with my enemy

At one table, Nick saw a huge woman sitting alone and texting on her phone. He sat down next to her, “Hey. Are you the huntress?” Nick asked with the tone he used when interrogating criminals. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” The woman asked. “You're the one who has been doing the lycanthropes in, aren't you?” Nick asked, undettered. “Is this a pick-up line? Because if it is, you need practice.” The woman said and walked away, but not before calling Nick a weirdo.