Cato Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The sparkle in his eyes that hinted his curiosity was no longer there. “And why not?” he asked, his blood eyes were dead cold and suddenly distant. The next moment he appeared in a flash a few steps away from Hunter without a trace of a disheveled appearance after being thrown across the arena like that. His black suit looked perfectly fine and untouched, even if the wall kind of broke down now leaving a giant hole in the arena. Hunter growled warningly and stretched out his arms protectively in front of me. “She is my mate,” Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last.

Definitely a show-off. "Show-off," Cathy muttered, but her stomach growled loudly in response to the tantalizing aroma. She dropped to her knees, tearing into the meat with abandon. ‘Starving. I'm absolutely starving.’ As she ate, Cathy's mind raced. "Magnus would lose it if he saw this," she thought, imagining his shocked expression. "His little mate, eating like a savage." The mental image made her laugh, then wince as the movement jostled her tender abdomen. ‘His little savage.’

The scars were faded now but the brutality of those men’s actions remained. And all because she was his mate. Cathy sighed. Was it really worth it trying to stay with a man who was so dangerous? She wondered to herself. Somehow she wandered into the kitchen, unsurprised to find the fridge stocked with food. Her stomach growled. She was ravenous. “When did I become so hungry?” she asked herself as she grabbed some shredded cheese and stuffed it into her mouth before picking up the box of eggs and some peppers. Her stomach growled again and Cathy reached for some carrots, crunching them in between beating the eggs.

Jenna’s hand automatically grips my arms, and I run my nose up and down her neck. I can feel Cato’s excitement, him twirling around in my head. Cato has been whining for his mate, even knowing who and how she is. It has been quite a struggle with him lately. The sparks I feel on my nose and lips feel so good, and they are making me so hard. I gulp but continue my movements. I’m watching Jenna, and her eyes are closed. Her breathing is getting heavier, and she is letting small moans come out.

“Because she’s dirty.” Cato had to force the drink down his throat even though it seemed like he wanted to spit it out. He looked me up and down, admiring my nakedness. I was nervous, so my nipples were as hard as diamonds. I placed both hands on my hips and marched toward him. “I want in.” Cato gave me a blank look, all the muscles of his body tensing. “Get rid of the blonde. I’ll take her place.” “Excuse me?” the blonde hissed. “Who the hell—”

We ran into each other as I was leaving. Oblivious to the connections forming in my head, he continues, “it’s been a while, Nova. A lot has happened. I heard from a little mouse that you can’t recollect a single thing. I'm trying not to take it personally, you not remembering me, it stings.” He touches his chest, as if me not recognizing him has hurt his feelings. “Let me reintroduce myself. Name’s Cato, baby. And I’ve been waiting a very long time for Levi to take his leash off of you.” Cato with his shoulder length messy chocolate brown hair and blank dark eyes buzzes with rage. An all consuming anger. He’s a predator. And I’m the prey.

Running away was practically impossible because of the guard, so there was only one way to go about this; make use of my training with my father--Kill him and fight my way out. In a twinkle of an eye, I was on my feet, shoving my knees straight into the bouncer's groin. As he doubled over, I snatched the knife from his holster and plunged it into his neck. Red dots splashed on my face, but satisfaction was what I felt as his scream faded out alongside his life. The only thing I saw was red, but it stopped when I heard a distant command. ‘Shoot!’ I froze, the bloodthirst leaving as soon as it came. I turned robotically to my mother, and a scream lodged in my throat as the screen of the tablet

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Emily’s POV I have to break the ice. “Okay guys, first of all, we will go hunting, the last team to come back will cook for us.” We all agreed. After around two hours most of us were back already, only Emma and Kate were not yet back. Finally they came back. Kate’s POV Emma is really strong, the way he handled all the hunting, I have never felt this good since Albert died. This is my best day ever for the past two months. Emma’s POV

Kathleen asked and Emory could almost taste the sincerity in her question. “My mate and I are devoted to ending this war. My feelings for him are none of your business,” she said. “Now get out of my way.” “Dante deserves a warrior as a mate!” shrieked Kathleen. “The tournament was your chance to prove you’re worthy of being the queen of the Lycans. We’ll rectify that now and settle this.”