Cornelius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

“Really? Then I really want to try, and I don’t believe you will commit suicide.” “You don’t? Then come on! I’ll make you believe it.” The two sides fell into silence again. Cornelius was waging a fierce battle in his heart. He wanted to bet that Alba would not commit suicide. In the meantime, Alba was also betting that he would not dare to do anything. Both were gambling and now, and the winner would take all. Cornelius felt that even if he lost the bet, what happened today would not spread as long as everyone under Alba’s command was silenced.

I could tell he wanted to talk, so I turned toward him and gave him my full attention. “What do you want from me? What do you plan to achieve by doing this? Does Darius and his wife have anything to do with it?” I stepped closer, folding my arms. “Do you think there's something Darius is supposed to tell me about you? Are you clean, Mr. Cornello?” Cornello clenched his fists. Even from where I stood, I could see his heart pounding in his chest. “You! How dare you speak to me like that? Just because you're the Luna doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!”

Riley I dragged my tongue across my cracked, dry lips, the metallic taste of blood lingering there as I watched him—this human who held me captive in this damn basement. I still didn’t know his name, and I couldn’t decide if he was keeping that detail from me to protect himself…or to keep me guessing. But I knew one thing for certain: I was hungry. Starving, really, and my stomach growled loud enough that even he noticed. “I’m hungry,” I snapped, watching his gaze narrow, sharpening like he could see right through me.

' Cornel stares at me as though I’ve lost my sanity, he seems to have no idea what to do or how to behave in the light of things as they stand. 'Leyanne? That's kinda unusual for a British chick, isn't it?' Dante lingers by the now open door, still eyeing me up and making me angrier. This was not how this was supposed to go, and I feel like I’m losing my sanity. 'I'm Scottish! And I’m not a chick!! And you have not answered me! What the hell is going on? What are you if not a hunter?' I demand, losing my complete cool and almost screeching at him. Cornel sighs and walks off to linger against a nearby wall, his posture relaxed once more as he sees no immediate threat and instead seems intrigu

I fell to the side, hitting the ground hard with my body but trying to take the brunt on my hip, wanting to protect the babies. “You killed her!” He screamed at me. I couldn’t help smiling. “Good. She deserved it.” I spoke braver than I felt. “She would have been a horrible mom to the pups.” “Pup.” Cornelius corrected me, his eyes narrowed. “You have forced me to change my plans. I will no longer kill you. I will make you choose which pup to save and which two will be drowned. And then I will keep you to use as I please. You will beg me for death every day that you live.”

Thomas frowned as he looked at the soldiers who were lined up, kneeling on the ground. “No need to take prisoners.” Cornelius’s eyes raged with hatred “Nothing and no one will escape…. Anything and anyone who had anything to do with me losing my brother will never escape the fury of hell.” Cornelius looked like the devil himself, his face blackened with hatred and eyes blazing red, like the ambers of the fury of hell. Not just the East kingdom soldiers who were kneeling but also the soldiers from Hal could feel the chill, like the call of death sweeping past them.

Might want to call the cops. "Honey, who are you texting?" Chester snarled, his face twisted into something dark and chilling by the phone's glow. This whole new life spiel was nothing but a con. I was trapped in a real-life Truman Show. I lashed out with a fierce kick at Chester. He screamed in agony, doubling over, his face a mask of pain. "Chester!"

Corleone is approaching us with a rather fast pace, his face is red with anger. “This is why! Katniss is always in danger, AND YOU’RE THE MAIN REASON!” he said coldly. “You are always involved in these silly things.” I slowly got up and looked at the man with a loathing that was close to hatred. “Can’t you see? Your foolish actions are being watched by all the office staff!” My voice trembled, but I held it back. “Katniss hasn’t fully made her choice. That’s what you should understand.”

I sat down in an aisle seat on the last row, hoping that when my name wasn’t called, I could escape quickly, before he could catch me again. I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed as he moved to the podium. He scanned the room and his eyes lingered on me. My body heated and once again I was thinking about being under him as he fucked me silly. Damnit. I needed to focus. His younger brother moved towards him with the box of names in it. I glanced around the room at the 50 or so people gathered there. Our town’s population had dwindled to close to 300 people. Between the elderly, disabled, and children there were only those in the room capable of hunting for food. The children gathered fru