Cato Hunger Games Novels & Stories

There is a fire that rages in his eyes now, burning with a hunger for chaos, and it’s enough to make me feel sick. Greta once told me during training that you can see humanity in your opponent’s eyes. There is always a flicker of fear, hope, anger, something that allows you to see them for what they are. A warrior, the same as me. But Ian is different. There’s a madness within him. One that wants to set fire to the world and laugh as it burns us all to the ground. He isn’t a man just after a title; he is one after destruction and blood, and I’m in his way.

The structural integrity of the cathedral was failing now that the support systems were dead. She turned to Rusty. He was still standing on the frozen gear, his hands in his pockets, watching the carnage with a gaze that was disturbingly calm. "You unleashed the famine, Cattleya," Rusty said, his voice cutting through the screeching of the starving undead. "You didn't just stop the machine. You broke the cage. And now, they”re going to eat everything that isn't made of silver." "Let them try," Cattleya whispered.

BRYNN POV While Vex and Kade vanish into the private chambers, I am left alone at the long table. My fingers trace the rim of my untouched glass, the weight of the Council’s eyes heavy even in their absence. It doesn’t take long for the vultures to circle. “Poor little bride,” Livia Moretti purrs as she approaches, Jessie draped on her arm like a jewel. Both wear matching smirks, the kind that say they already know how the story ends.

"Oh god, let me go, I need to—" "Breathe." He didn't let go, but his grip gentled. His hand splayed across my stomach—my fat, disgusting stomach—and shame burned through me. "Catherine, breathe." "Don't look at me." I tried to cover myself with my hands, with the sheet, with anything. "Please don't look at me, I'm—" "Beautiful." His mouth pressed against my shoulder, and I shuddered. "Fucking beautiful. Especially like this." "You're lying." My voice cracked. "You have to be lying. I'm fat and broken and—"

“You will stab the katana with your combined powers into the ghost’s chest.” The hunters looked at each other and, even hesitantly, they followed what Tyler said. Raven immediately released electricity from her Katana and Damon approached Raven to release fire from Raven’s Katana. Hugo approached Cael, and when Damon and Raven finished, Raven threw the katana at Cael, who caught it.

He asked with that cold stare of his. "Am sorry...I never knew". I said sincerely in a low voice. He gave a wicked smirk...am not the one you should apologize to. I was not the one who made the rules. " move closer" he said in rapt tone. I took few steps closer as my legs were beginning to get heavy as a result of fear. Like who haven't heard of the C boys. "Both cute, crazy and heartless set of guys." They are all cold hearted especially Sammy. Though Dave does not show his like Sammy; while George is a bit nicer.

I wonder if this is how it happens before the pain is inflicted and I would be dragged out with my screams as loud as a war cry. The man squats before me, he takes my hand and puts the foil in my hand. I do not look at my hand. Instead, I look at the sutured scar very close to his ear. I look at him and I see him. All of him is in his eyes - the impatience beneath the patience, the lust beneath the kindness, the violence beneath his calmness. The eyes could betray anyone. I remain as meek as a mouse. With mouth closed, I shake my head. He quirks an eyebrow. "You are not hungry?"

The crowd roared like a beast hungry for blood. The underground boxing ring was dimly lit, the stench of sweat, beer, and raw adrenaline thick in the air. The arena was hidden beneath an old warehouse in the Bronx, where only the elite, the reckless, and the rich had access. This wasn't the polished, sanctioned world of professional boxing this was primal. No rules, no mercy, just pure combat. And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn.

He had his lackeys drag them out and toss them to the zombies. Then he took their apartments and turned them into storage. To stay invisible, I stopped eating. My stomach felt like a pit, but I didn't dare move. The cats were still asleep. If not for their steady breathing, I'd think they were already gone. Day three. I woke up starving. The security booth door slammed open. Dylan walked in with a crew behind him. "Jaime. So this is where you've been. Took me a minute to track you down." The dogs crowded the doorway. My skin prickled.

She fed Amanda a piece of cake with a broad smile, and Amanda reciprocated and hugged her. It's Godfather's turn," Liam spoke excitedly. All eyes turned to me, and the room's energy shifted slightly. I took a deep breath and approached Amanda with a small piece of cake in hand. As I reached her, our eyes met for a fleeting moment. The tension was intense, but I was determined to make this moment count despite everything.