Deep In The Meadow The Hunger Games Novels & Stories

When she saw that the car door was open, she let out a sigh of relief. She took another breath before wriggling through the hole, and she did not allow herself any time to think about what may occur if this situation turned out to be unsuccessful. After clearing the trailer, Anna moved closer to the vehicle on all fours. The sound of a motorcycle was heard once more, followed by the sound of a gunshot. Her chest began to tighten. She pushed herself forward while simultaneously digging her knees into the ground. At long last, we saw her approaching and climbing inside the truck. She yanked the door shut before ducking under the window, and it was a move that couldn't have come a second too so

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, morally grey male lead, dominance/submission elements. . . . The first time Janine Turner met Ciro Hitchdulf, the fire nearly swallowed her whole. It was at the dusk-market in Ruellan, the city where dusk lasted hours longer than dawn and the shadows seemed to whisper your name. Janine, a displaced fire-witch hiding under the veil of a common apothecary, was bartering for moon-pepper root when the crowd shifted. Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin.

The Hunger Games were far from over, and there were still challenges and opponents to face. We set off in search of the other participants, but our progress is slower now due to my injury. The moonlight guided our way as we ventured deeper into the wilderness, our senses on high alert. As we moved through the forest, we began to encounter signs of the other tributes. Footprints in the dirt, broken branches, and discarded supplies told a story of their presence. We knew we weren't alone in this deadly game. Suddenly, we heard voices ahead. We crouched low, hidden among the trees, and listened carefully. It was difficult for me to stay in a crouching position so I sat on the grass instead.

Mira's P. O. V We arrived at the venue of the date and Darren parked his car. When I got out, I realized we were at a resort at the top of a hill; it was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen. I couldn't help but gasp. " Oh my gosh, this is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen," I muttered. Darren walked closer to me and whispered to my ears, " We're not done yet, there's still more." I looked at him.

How am I supposed to survive this awful tournament? From the little knowledge that I have of The Game of Hunting, I know I will be hunted like prey, then fucked, raped, beaten, and drained of all my blood till I'm dead! I can't stop crying. I stay like this until I fall asleep. I'm woken up by the guards telling me to rise from the floor. I do as they say and follow them to the open field that looks like a fucking maze.

She nodded but was very quiet when they returned home. Maddie knew that ‘Dead Meadow’ was playing in the town hall in Hintlop. She wanted to go there. Raven and Wolf still had something to do, so she traveled alone through the tunnels that took her to the town hall in Hintlop. As a result, she knew immediately that the church was not a safe area to arrive. Tunnels had the power to take you somewhere else when the normal way out could be dangerous. She thought that little magic to travel was just enough to use.

She huffed a puff of smoke that smelled suspiciously like burnt cinnamon, then flopped dramatically into her nest, tail lashing, wings drooping like I’d personally offended her entire bloodline. I wrapped a towel around myself and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my temples. Tomorrow was the Hunt. Tomorrow I’d be walking into the Deepwood alone and probably getting eaten by something with too many teeth and a grudge. And all I could think about were four idiots who weren’t even in this room. Dax’s wicked mouth. Riven’s broken voice in that crater. Zaiden’s laugh when I threatened to neuter him. Zyran’s silence when I walked away.

Jenna’s POV The smoke clings to my lungs as I crouch by the edge of the forest, my pulse thundering in my ears. The flames consuming the inn crackle and roar, lighting up the dark night like a funeral pyre. My claws ache from the fight, my body trembling from exhaustion, but I can’t stop moving. Not yet. Greta and Mia are safe, but the council won’t let us have this small victory for long.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

Motionless I listen until her voice is no longer heard, then I sit watching all night. It's morning, but I haven't slept at all. I wake my girls and we shower. Everyone's now dressed and ready for breakfast. Four ministers, including myself, decided to take the children to camp. We have a small church in this small city in Michigan called Deep Woods. It's only twelve children in all. Eight girls and four boys. Ministers Blake, Malika, Toni, and I collectively planned this outing. We didn't do scary stories by the fire, we did bible stories. The children were able to have fun and learn. We only planned a weekend and now it's Sunday morning so we're headed to church. "Did you sleep well, Jade?