Catching Fire Hunger Games Free Novels & Stories

Taking hold of the sandwich I quickly eat it, burning my tongue when I drink the coffee. Guess I’m on my own once again… I look over at the book Chase had given me, kind of annoyed he didn’t bring me Catching Fire as well. I go get ready for the day, not really knowing what the point is but it’s something to keep myself busy with. I get dressed in one of Chevy’s old clothes – a simple green dress with white lilies all over (really pretty) and take my time to brush my hair and everything else while starring out of the window.

The Hollows hesitated. Heather’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you’re playing with, Ragnor.” I grinned. “Watch me.” Then I let the fire loose. Flames exploded from my hands, roaring like a beast unleashed. They surged forward in a wave, engulfing the Hollows in searing heat. Their screeches pierced the air as their smoky forms twisted and writhed, unable to reform against the relentless flames. Heather snarled, stepping back, eyes flashing with something between fury and intrigue. “Interesting,” she mused. “But fire alone won’t be enough.”

My breath caught. Then he handed me a match. My fingers trembled as I held it. “Please… don’t make me do this.” He yanked my hair harder. “Burn them. Or you’ll wish you had.” I struck the match. The flame flickered, shaking as badly as my hand. I dropped it into the can. The fire caught instantly. Lace, silk, and satin curled and blackened, eaten by flames. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But I stayed on my knees and watched it all burn.

[RHIANNON] Kael's arms felt like the only real thing in the world. I came back to myself slowly—lungs burning, throat raw from screaming, body shaking despite the warmth of him wrapped around me. The vision had faded, but emotions clung like smoke, refusing to dissipate. Fire. So much fire consuming everything. The ceremonial grounds engulfed in flames, warriors burning alive, their screams echoing through pack bonds until the sound became unbearable. Kael reaching for me through the inferno, his hand turning to ash before our fingers could touch.

“She won't stop me. Not when you're already interested in what I have.” The truth coiled in my chest, but I wanted to scream a denial. I did want it in part. An agonizing, fearsome hunger that seemed older than my own flesh. Come, come, come, the shard's whispers rose like a tempest inside my skull. My arms erupted in flames that spilled onto the dirt road. Catty swore and recoiled as flames licked perilously near her. The stranger grinned as though he had triumphed. I then lost my temper. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I let out a roar and threw fire directly at him.

His eyes seemed to have grown even darker, and I couldn't help but feel the lust in them. "Can... can you... turn around, please?" I asked, as if I were losing my voice because of the emotions I was trying to suppress after seeing his eyes. Earlier, I was just feeling warm, but now it feels like I'm on fire. I felt like I was Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire, except that I was the horny one. I closed my eyes tightly and took off my clothes, leaving only my underwear, because there was no way I was going skinny-dipping, especially with Ram around.

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

While we were walking them to the car someone yelled “ Watch out!” I didn't have time to react but the only thing I saw from the corner of my eyes was the orange flames that were growing more and more in front of the packhouse and the scream of Alpha Nathan, he was screaming in agony, pain and once I turn around I saw why he was in pain, the orange flames were coming from him and looking next to me I saw Hermione so focus on him that I finally catch up that she was the one burning him alive.

Emily's clothes began to catch fire, the fabric singeing and charring. “Somebody, please help me!!!” Her voice raised. “Anyone there?! Anyone!!” She screamed, her voice hoarse from the smoke, as she tried to writhe away from the flames. The chains held fast, trapping her in the inferno. Emily's vision blurred, the heat and smoke overwhelming her. She knew she had to think fast if she wanted to survive...

Hector responded to her reaction by putting the free end of the strip on the flame. The flame danced eagerly as it met the cloth. The silk immediately caught fire. The strip from her dress burned first, and very soon, it reached the fabric of Hector's wedding tartan. Hector watched the flame rise, burning the fabric, and his dreams of life with Skye burned with it. But now they were turning to ashes. When the flame came dangerously close to his fingers, he let the cloth fall from his hand onto the floor. It burned before it reached the floor, leaving only ashes. As the last ember died, Hector met Skye's gaze. His icy gaze shivered through her body.