Cornelius Snow Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Happy muttered again, but there was no response. “Arghhhh!” Snow screamed, the tingling sensation of a hundred coals burning her skin; it felt like she was on fire; it was harsh and unbearable. Everyone stood up in shock, wondering what was happening, all gazing at her with concerns. “It’s Burns,” Snow yelled, and Ms. Happy’s eyes dimmed in worry. “Someone get the Alpha here now.” Ms. Happy yelled, and Snow stood up from her seat, her head so heavy, and she collapsed to the ground.

At Snow’s house. Kiran came in with bags of food in his hands. Snow was happy to see Kiran come back safely. She rushed over excitedly to hug and kiss him on the cheek. “Honey, take this. We haven’t eaten yet!” Kiran handed the food to Snow. Only then did Snow remember that all they did that night was go to Nimbus Hollows, kill a bunch of people, and return to Bayville. She had not even eaten yet.

She lay there lifelessly staring at the ceiling and what to become of her once these two days would pass? He would kill her. She lived through all the torture just so she could end up getting killed by him? What else could she do? A tear trickled down the corner of her eye and disappeared into the hairline of her temple. Her stomach grumbled as she curled into a ball. She was so hungry. The girl lay there like a corpse until sleep consumed her freeing her from the torture of this world. Silvia sprang upright with a wheezing gasp as her wide eyes snapped to her right where a man was bending over and was frozen in mid-air. There was a tray of food in his hands.

Morrigan could not feel anything but her aching heart. Her mind was muddled with devastation and betrayal. The hall that was packed with joyous celebration and cheers earlier is like an ice-cold desert, with only her and the guards around her as Colfre stood in front of her. Looking at her with the same hazel eyes she fell in love, but this time the warmth she could feel when she gazes at his eyes was nowhere to be found. All that there is a cold and ruthless gaze, a gaze that will never bow down to anyone. A smug smile grows on his lips as he bends down in front of Morrigan. Morrigan bit the insides of her cheeks as she watch the man in front of her, gone were the soft and gentle gaze from

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

She felt it, and retreated, giving me some space to focus on getting used to this body enough so I can move. Turning my attention back to Zanicus, I met his penetrating gaze head on. “I’ve missed you,” I said genuinely, knowing that it would be the first thing she would have said if Coraline really was here. I know this is cruel, but it’s the only thing I could do. I am the white dragon, and I have a role to finish. The prophecy is waiting for me to fulfill, yet here we are, stuck in this constant chase of cat and mouse all because Zanicus wouldn’t let go.

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.

Cheyenne hadn’t realized that she had pushed back negative thoughts of Greta’s well-being. “Skylar kept me safe. I’m okay.” Cheyenne said, through her tears. Greta pulled back from Cheyenne and looked at the tall, handsome man she’d only met once. It was as if Greta had been noticing him for the first time. “He’s been looking after me for a while now.” Cheyenne said, wiping the tears from her face. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, I’m Skylar Snow.” Skylar said, outstretching his hand for Greta to take.

If I could somehow submit to him and get his phone from him, I might be able to reach out. I heard the roller shutter door in the background again and the smell of the food continued to fill the room. I collected the bag and opened it. Inside was a bottle of water and a bacon sandwich. No part of me wanted to eat in case there was something in it, but I was so hungry the smell was making my mouth water. I took a small bite and then another bigger one again and again until it was gone in seconds. I was so thirsty already and the salt in the bacon made me even more so. I twisted the cap on the bottle, but it had already been opened which made me even more suspicious. I took a small sip but bef