Cornelius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

Melody’s POV 45 I’ve been here over a month and talk with Ivona several times during the night, trying to get through to her without souls to feed upon, Cornellius will die, but she just refuses to allow it to absorb into her brain. Cornellius’ condition is worsening and soon it will be too late to do anything for him. I shook my head at Ivona, “are you really going to allow him to starve to death, as you profess your undying love for him?”

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!"

Cassian and Dorian remained tense, absorbing every word. Lena took a shaky breath. “Then tell me everything.” The woman nodded. And as the truth began to unfold, Lena realized— This war wasn’t just about Selene’s hunger for power. It was about her. And the storm was only just beginning. The Weight of Destiny Lena’s breath came shallow as she stared at the woman before her. Trueborn. The word echoed in her mind, foreign yet familiar, as if it had always been buried deep within her, waiting to be unearthed.

“Seems I’m going to test your skills today. Are you better than me in handling knives and pins? I guess we'll know who the crown belongs to, today.” “She's not.” Detroit walked passed him, heading into the damaged warehouse. “Don't you love games? We've played yours. Now, let's play mine.” Cornell was taken aback for a moment, then a boisterous laughter ripped through his lips. “I love this. I should have known the one earlier wasn't you.” He continued as he was spun around and taken inside the warehouse. “You're indeed a worthy opponent. It's only unfortunate that we're on opposite sides.”

Ariana looked at Cornell, then smiled sadly at the man. “I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner than this. You must have been in a lot of pain, right?” Cornell's body felt like it was electrocuted when he saw the sad look reflected in Ariana's eyes. Cornell didn't understand. After his tribe was destroyed by the unfair intertribal war, no one else was ever saddened by his condition. Even Cornell, himself, was no longer sad about his condition. But, a strange girl came and looked at Cornell as if she had known Cornell for a long time. Cornell's heart was filled with confusion, as he involuntarily loosened his stranglehold immediately.

“The forest has chosen who will remain.” As if on cue, the gates behind him creak open. The wind carries something heavy, dragging, and the scent of earth and death rolls through the courtyard. Corran’s body slides into view, carried by vines that move like hands. His eyes are closed now. Moss has grown over the wound at his throat. The vines set him gently on the stone, then retreat back into the ground. Renna sobs once, softly. No one else speaks. “The first trial is done,” the Herald continues. “You have proven your worth. In two days’ time, the next Game will begin. Rest while you may.”