Catching Fire Hunger Games Free Novels & Stories

Door 6 Chloe and Hunter tore open the envelope. “I burn without hands; I consume without teeth; I dance and die with every breeze.” Hunter frowned. “Fire?” The door clicked open. Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Lucky guess.” They were led back, Chloe mumbled something about him being useless without her. Door 4

Idris unleashed a surge of golden fire, the flames roaring as they consumed the creature, yet it continued forward, undeterred. Lena gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain in her side as she raised her dagger. Then— The whisper came again. Let me in. Lena gasped, her knees nearly buckling as the Rift’s energy surged through her veins. It wanted her. It needed her. And for the first time— She wasn’t sure if she could fight it. The battle raged around her, but the world was slipping away. Her vision blurred. Her pulse slowed. The Rift’s hunger swallowed everything.

However, I pretended to stay calm and answered, "What videos?" Austin grinned lightly and bit on my earlobe. "I'll wait for you in the wooden hut by the woods." I felt helpless as I watched Austin sauntered off. Ten minutes later, I slowly pushed open the door to the wooden hut. It was pitch-black inside, and I felt unsafe. I reached forward and carefully shuffled my way in. Suddenly, someone with a strong, muscular frame grabbed me and hugged me tightly. "Ahh!" I shrieked in surprise, but quickly calmed down afterward and fell silent. I detected a familiar scent. It was Austin.

Alex is there in a heartbeat, grabbing a stick, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, wielding it like a torch against the nearest attacker. Liam moves toward the Queen, but she’s already fighting, wreathing her fists in sickly green flame, blasting it into the face of the first man dumb enough to approach. He crumples, screaming, and the smell of burning hair churns Zayla’s stomach. Zayla and Bella end up back-to-back, as if by instinct, hands out, palms up. The first brute who tries to leap the log is incinerated mid-air, a ribbon of violet fire carving him in two. But there are so many more, and the flames alone won’t hold them.

3 hours before the party Flames roared around him, hungry, alive, monstrous. Little Alex stood frozen in the hallway, heat blistering his skin as smoke poured into his lungs. He could hear his mother’s voice calling his name, strained, terrified, swallowed by the fire. He reached for her silhouette through the flames, tiny fingers stretching, trembling. “Mom!” Her figure lurched toward him but the ceiling groaned. A beam snapped loose. The world flashed orange. Her scream tore through him as the fire swallowed her whole.

I’m standing outside a burning building, the flames roaring higher, hotter, as smoke curls into the black sky. “Help us!” voices cry out, but my legs refuse to move. I’m frozen, helpless, watching the fire consume everything. And then I hear it: his laughter. Antonio. The flames leap toward me, and I feel their scorching heat against my skin. I scream, clawing at the fire, but it’s no use. The pain is searing, unbearable, and I’m trapped.

So, let me ask again: Do you have it? The room goes silent. I doubt he will admit to taking whatever it is; I should really ask about that. "No, I told you. I haven't." Carl's words have Chase sighing. "Such a bad choice there, Carl. I look forward to our meeting." "Meeting? What meeting, Chase? I have no meeting planned." Carl's panicked voice proves he is worried. "You've heard of The Hunger Games. The film, the books and such?" Chase asks, and I hear Carl coughing.

She was completely unaware that I was standing right behind her, with my hands clasped at my back as I listened to her final words before I forced her into submission. “I am waiting to see how long you will last. The presidential seat is mine, and I will claim it back with time. I will continue hunting the truth about your life and when I do…” GOOD LUCK WITH THAT BITCH. My hand slowly landed at the back of her neck, my fingers tightened around it as I pushed her to the raging fire, face first. A loud scream wrenched itself out of her lungs as the flames licked her perfectly flawless face, as well as the blonde hair, devouring her completely. The other scream came from behind me, but I didn’t

My head snaps up just as Ryder glares at me, his fangs flashing like silver in the firelight. Jace! Snap out of it! We have to move! His massive head presses against my shoulder, shoving me upright, breaking me from the trance. A switch flips in my mind, and suddenly, my body responds—driven by raw instinct, by survival. We sprint down the hall, flames licking at our fur, the searing heat biting at our skin with every step. Smoke coils around us, thick and suffocating, but we push forward, weaving through the wreckage of burning furniture and shattered glass. The walls groan, weakened by the relentless inferno, as more Molotovs shatter, their liquid fire exploding into new, raging blazes.

Kendra's POV I awoke shivering under a blanket of fresh snow. I couldn't move and I knew that the snow was still falling. "You have to get up Kendra," I said out loud to myself. I tried to sit up, but the moment I tried to move my leg the pain shot through my whole body. It was so intense that I instantly felt sick to my stomach. I laid back feeling defeated and helpless. I never thought that it would end this way. It wasn't going to end this way, I thought to myself. My will to live started to take hold and I made myself slip into a crawling position. I pushed everything out of my mind except the will to live and started to slowly crawl. There was a fallen tree just a few feet in front of m