Cornelius Snow Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The scent of blood and death was enough. Ignoring them, I snapped my focus back to Snow, returning to my knees before her. Agony sliced through me as I touched her bloodied neck with trembling fingers, hoping against hope to feel a pulse. Nothing. Her chest didn’t rise. Her heart didn’t beat. A raw, guttural sound echoed in the air and I realized it was coming out from my lungs as I pulled Snow’s lifeless body against mine. She was gone.

My father attempted to hide in the pantry and knocked over a bag of flour, which exploded everywhere. Lucian hid behind a door and nearly gave Adrian a heart attack. “Why are you like this?” Adrian hissed. Cassian—halfway through counting—saw the mess. “WHY IS THERE SNOW? WHO BROUGHT SNOW?” “It’s flour,” Adrian said. Cass gasped. “You mean… edible snow?” “NO,” Adrian snapped. Cass scooped a handful anyway. “I am ABSOLUTELY eating this.” Lucian dragged him away. “Sophie! Your brother-in-law is feral.”

“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.

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

Multiple bodies littered the ground. The snowmobile sat abandoned in the blizzard, with bags of food scattered around it, a painfully tempting sight. Once Cyrus left with Kenneth, a few desperate people, fearless or starving beyond reason, rushed out of their buildings and hauled the supplies inside. Cyrus descended one step at a time. His stride stayed steady, untouched by anger. They had fired the first shot. It would have been rude not to answer. He had planned something quieter, poison. If they wanted escalation instead, he'd have no objection to meeting it head-on.

‘WE CAN’T JUST ABANDON HIM! As my panic hits an all-time high, a loud roar fills the air, and the ground beneath us violently shakes, threatening to throw us from our shelter. ‘Get down!’ Cyrus hisses, using his body to lock me between the rock we are hiding behind and himself just as the wall of snow comes crashing around us. ‘Hang on!’ Gritting my teeth, I watch helplessly as the snow continues to crash around us, burying everything in its path as it does. I don’t know how much time passes before the plumes of snow rushing past us finally begin to slow and then stop altogether, but I don’t care. Each minute that passes is a minute that Fineon is alone and possibly severely hurt.

Colt mumbled and walked out of the tent. Snow woke up from the pain and shivered. I took her up in my arms and said, "I'm sorry, Snow. It's all my fault." "It's so painful! I'm going to die!" she hissed. "No, you aren't going to die, Snow. I've sealed your wound and you can sleep with Will on the bed." I said. "But what if he rolls over and crushes me?!" Snow asked nervously. "I have to sleep on his head!"

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Kimberly shivered slightly as the harsh cold wind blew relentlessly, but she continued following in the footsteps of the Afghanistan local who acted as their guide through the mountains to their rendezvous point. Behind her was sergeant Oscar, her closest friend in her unit who was also a sniper. “Are you getting tired?” She teased him. “Hell no.” The Texan replied with his southern drawl. Kimberly was not finding it easy herself. Hiking at a fast pace while carrying full military gear on a steep terrain for over four hours was not a small feat.

I didn’t want to waste anymore time. “Hello?” Jack’s uncertain voice tells me that he doesn’t know who’s calling. “It’s Alex Snow” I said tightly and carried on before I could hear his response. “Do you want this blood feud to end or do you still want to lose more of your men?” A short silence stretches between us before he answers in a tired voice “I want it to end, but you should know that I don’t have complete control over the clan. They’re blinded with vengeance that even I can’t control them”

But he walked right past me and knelt by the bed. He didn't say a word, but even I could tell he was hurting in a way that only I could understand. I looked back at Jericho and he was keeping his distance. Snow was covered in blood, and by the pained look on his face I could tell he was struggling. I walked over and tried to help coach him down. It was a nice distraction for a moment, but I had so many other things to do right now, so many other things to concentrate on. Once I felt confident that he wouldn’t try and eat Xavier for dinner, I grabbed my phone.