Cornelius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

A few names are selected and placed in the center, but as Lazarus reads them out, one name shows up over and over again: Liliana Adare—the Legacy who isn’t a Legacy. “I think we have our choice,” I hold up Liliana’s name. “Shall we have one final vote?” Everyone closes their eyes and places their hands in the air. Thumbs up is yes, thumbs down is no. The final vote is unanimous. “It is decided. Liliana Adare will be our official target for this year’s game.”

Kael was the seventh. He was not the cruelest. That honour belonged to his sister, Vael, whose laughter could crack stone. He was not the most powerful — that was their father, the Warlord Eternal, whose name no mortal tongue had ever spoken and survived. Kael was simply the most thorough. Methodical. He came to battlefields like a physician comes to the sick — with precision, with purpose, with a complete absence of mercy. He had never bled. Had never wept. Had never lay awake in the dark reaching for something he could not name.

he explained “ I never knew that I was a hunter until the death of my dad, so I can't help you.” I said “ You can't leave the people without a leader, we need a leader and your uncle cant lead us” am beginning to be confused and i asked “ Why can't my uncle lead you? He is the closest to my dad” they smiled “ Your dad and uncle were never close, in fact they don't agree on certain things. To crown everything, he is ruthless and wicked. If you leave us in his hands, we are going to suffer, that's why we came to look for you” The other guy spoke.

He knew it would happen soon, the secret order of Cornelius began to control the nearby villages and hamlets. “What is his name again, milord?” asked Sulu. “Leo the orphan of Redberg,” answered Cornelius while sipping his goblet of blood. “He does not have a noble ancestry or even a distinguished personal accomplishments. He was the perfect preference. The selection appears random.” “Nothing Cornelius does is random,” mumbled Camellana with a bitter smile. Her flowing silver hair seemed to be floating in the air. Her true visage was exposed by the dark enchantment that surrounds them. Her exquisitely horrid, decaying ancient body and her unrepentant, cunning mind were brewing a strategy, fig

Now, that's called believing tightly, blindly, in what you are born as. My eyes snap open all of a sudden and in front of me is Hillary. He tsks as he pulls me up. Cornelius is standing over the dead body of the Hunter King. I can hear him cracking up a dry laugh at what he sees. He's a very sadistic one. Please get used to that. Anyway, I hold onto Hillary. He has just given up a bag of blood to drink, and that is how I am back, rejuvenated. I turn my head to the left once again, and I cannot find Cornelius anywhere around. Not anymore.

He looked up, expecting others to be equally as disgusted, but he was stunned to see the men digging in like they were having a gourmet meal, the moment the short prayer ended. Christ. What kind of hunger Games shit was this? Eli poked at the food with his fork. There was no way he was eating this. Thank God he’d packed like a dozen protein bars, a stash of chocolates, and one emergency sour gummy belt. He was set so he didn’t have to punish himself by eating this shit. He moved his fork around, faking it. Maybe if he stirred it enough, it’d look eaten. “Young man.” Eli’s heart thudded. Prior Dominic was looking directly at him.

It looks delicious and my mouth waters. It seems like I've not eaten in a year. I look up at Cordell. "Eat. You seem hungry," he says. "I had it prepared specially for you." Without words, I dive into my food. Cordell watches with a sick sort of humor as he leans back in his chair, sipping his wine. Suddenly, I begin to cough uncontrollably. The food has been poisoned. I should have known. As I drift into the silent darkness, I can see Cordell's triumphant look. "You…you won't win." I cough. "I-I won't… let…you."

I offered her a chance and she shook her head. "Cornelius is angry at the world and wants to take over everything, he is smart and heartless, a senseless killer. And the Goddess made a damn good job pairing him with Agape, the crazy psycho. She is simply insane. She loves going into battle to rip their enemies apart herself, she loves the taste of blood all over her. She really is out of the world, she is a sadist bitch and her mate too, and they together are a mighty force." "And rogues are...?"

Cornelius' eyes flashed murderously as he snarled into the phone, "Who are you?" "My name is Ashton Gray." "Why did you kill my son?" Cornelius was in the middle of creating a new batch of Heart‑Devouring Parasites. He swiftly grabbed some of the parasites and hid them up his sleeve. He planned to march right over to Blossom Hall with a group of his people. There was no way he'd let his son's murderer live on!

“I love you, Tyler...” “How about a group hug!!“ Hugo yelled. Everyone hugged each other. Hugo is the one who kidnaps Kyra, which she discovers. Everyone burst out laughing. Even though the world is not yet at peace because of demons, people may be certain that someone will fight them. And that group is the Teen Hunters. THE END.....