Cornelius Snow Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I was so speechless that I laughed. “Really?” I said. “Then Ms. Shaw truly is a kind and generous person. “However, are you sure I am the one who needs mercy here? “Because the people who cut power to the lab equipment were you, Ms. Shaw, and your wonderful assistant Elliot.” Jessica shrieked, “That is a lie.”

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!

he said, moving toward her with desperation that made him more dangerous, "if you kill me, you kill them. All seventeen." Behind him, the sanctuary entrance distorted. Ash appeared first—barely mobile, his consciousness fragmenting from effort of maintaining physical form without functional mate bond. Behind him came Kade with remaining warriors. Behind them came the Council, manifesting in full power. And suspended between all of them: the seventeen enslaved Starborn, conscious enough to understand what was happening, desperate enough to understand all possible outcomes meant pain. Ash moved toward Raven. Each step required enormous effort. His consciousness was burning through whatever rec

He knew their connection would only intensify after they joined. When he saw Emory and the flock standing in the middle of the Magnolia path surrounded by rogues, his beast growled: a reaction that made him quiver with delight. A burning feral hunger twinkled in Emory’s eyes as she battled one, while Sabine faced two. He watched his mate for a moment, then turned to the rogue whose scent stood out like red on white. “Kael,” Crixus growled next to him. It was Kael, a loyal sentinel who had always served faithfully in the past, and Dante couldn’t understand why he would turn on him now. It made him question why Kael truly left the king’s court.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

“Oh, that’s make sense. Or actually he just hates them?” “Damn! That’s pretty cool!” “Then how did he defeat Fluxter alone?” “That’s why he known as Solo Hunter!” Cornelio is one of trending topic in Dorm 80. People keep talk about him even spreading rumor about him, but he just ignoring it just like the other. When lunch break, he just needs a bottle of water and ration crackers. That is enough for him, he has trained to survive in any condition with low supply. Cornelio going to top of the roof and watching the city in Dorm while enjoy his lunch.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow. It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too. I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it. Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.

The other end picked up and I said I need a donor now. My office was only a few blocks away and it took all my willpower to make it there and not suck the life out of some random person on the street. When I made it to my office my donor was waiting for me and I didn’t hesitate and took her in my arms and sunk my teeth right into her flesh, trying to stop the hunger that was taking over inside of me. I drank until I felt the body in my arms losing conscience and knew I had to stop or I was going to kill her but the hunger inside of me wasn’t even remotely satisfied. I pulled away and laid the body onto the floor and made another call for another and a cleanup crew.