Catching Fire Haymitch Quarter Quell Chapter Novels & Stories

Not just yet. “Goodbye, succubus.” Beta Zion drops the burning torch onto the heap of dry hay that lay beneath my bare feet and all too soon, the hay catches fire and the flames begin to spread, dancing like gipsies around my feet. I close my eyes as the first lick of flame makes its way up the stake and a lone tear rolls down my cheek. I whisper, “Ryder, did you betray me?”

On the other, Asher lifts his sword, blood gleaming down the blade. I’m shaking. I don’t know who to run to. They both look at me. Waiting. I try to move, but the world begins to tilt. Flames burst up from the ground. Screams echo from the distance. I hear names I don’t recognize. Faces flash in the smoke—Elise. Madeline. Theo. The Queen. They all burn. And still, I stand frozen. I don’t choose. I don’t speak. I just stand. And when the fire finally reaches me, I don’t even scream.

He peeked out from behind the pillar just in time to see a bolt ricochet off the slick stone, embedding itself into the floor inches from Elder Mauritius’ leg. “We can’t stay like this,” Quillion called, his voice hoarse from the gas. “Mauritius, can you move?” He asked in concern. Elder Mauritius coughed, his breaths shallow but his spirit unyielding. “Barely. " What’s the plan, Quill?” Quillion’s mind raced as the Hunters closed in, their boots crunching over shattered tiles. The Headmaster stood motionless, an ominous sentinel basking in the chaos he had unleashed. Quillion’s instincts told him the armor was the key—but getting near it was a death sentence.

I let the whips cut into my skin, but instead of bleeding red, I bled Emerald-Crimson Fire. I took the Wooden Key from my marrow and funneled the entirety of the One-Hundred-and-Seven Chapters of Defiance into the strike. I didn't try to delete the memory of the square. I Rewrote the Ending. "I wasn't 'Not Enough' because of the square, Weaver," I whispered, pressing my scarred hand against the silver-oil. "I was Too Much for a world that only knew how to take!". I drove the charred, black-emerald key into the heart of the First Thread.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

" He pulled back on the bow, and I concentrated entirely on the arrowhead, watching it glow with a deep cherry-red hue, like a smoldering ember. Then I reached out with my mind, feeling the path of grass I planned to scorch, heating it ever so slightly. I nodded, signaling I was ready. "Now," he said as his bow twanged. I didn't see the arrow lodge itself into the beast; I had already thrown up my wall of flames, blocking our view. But the otherworldly scream of pain that followed the thunk of the arrow confirmed that it had hit its mark. Another roar erupted, louder and more furious, as the second creature charged into wall after wall of my flames, desperately searching for a way through. I

And in the center of the fire stood Kael. Not the Kael I knew. Bare-chested. Pale scars glowing faintly silver. Spiral ash smeared across his collarbone like war paint. He didn’t speak either. But he held something out to me. A piece of the tether. Not red. Black. Still smoking. I reached for it— But the spiral beneath my ribs screamed. Not a noise. A command. Don’t take it. I looked down and realized I was burning. My hands. My mouth. My mark.

I fought my way through the remaining hunters, trying to make sure none of them got past me. But then, a loud explosion rang through the camp. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I felt the force of it in my chest. The fire ignited in an instant, consuming everything in its path. Panic surged through me. "Elara!" I shouted again, desperate. I couldn’t see her anymore. I ran toward the smoke, coughing from the acrid scent of burning wood and flesh. I didn’t stop, pushing myself through the thick cloud of dust and debris, hoping against hope that she was still alive.

It’s on fire and the men who were manning it are either gone or dead on the ground, burned to death. One of the silvers turns to face us while another takes a second hatchling and begins flying away. The silver facing us growls and blows another round of fire at us. This time when I hit the ground, I begin crawling toward the harpoon launcher. Just as I reach it, the fire stops. I stand, ready to put a harpoon into the launcher when huge talons grab the launcher and fling it over the edge of the mountain. The silver looks at me, growling menacingly.

Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go. “Kyle- Kyle!” Katniss’ voice shoots through as she barges open the door, which does not happen. She is usually quiet. Once her eyes meet mine, I can immediately see the panic in them. She is holding a fire torch in one hand and is wearing a black cloak — there is another one in her which she throws over to me. “We need to leave now. They are onto us.” I stand up immediately, leaving behind the bread I was previously eating. ‘Who?’ I sign.