End Of The Hunger Games Catching Fire นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She falls forward, having fallen unconscious from such blinding fear. Yet my arm bands across her chest, catching her before she can fall into the roaring flames. My body is moving before thought, clutching her close to my chest like she was precious to me. In this instant, she is. I can’t think of anything except the fire boiling in my gut. “What is the meaning of this, Ryker? You mean to kill my tributes for me?”

The trigger clicked under his finger, shooting out a stream of orange flame that reached all the way to the landing. Richard didn’t bother moving. He allowed the flames to engulf him in a fiery ball. The flames looked almost liquid against him, licking up his torso and around his face like water. Richard threw his arms wide with a maniacal laugh that rang over the screaming fireworks and the roar of the flames. The flame receded, becoming a light blue glow before going out. Jake clicked the trigger a few times before he realized it was out of fuel. The pack felt much lighter. Hollingsworth, once again, vanished.

My teacher ran towards me and tried to control my body as the seizure took hold. Aliyah held me down, but more vision was coming assaulting my senses. I looked up, and I saw people around me. Every one of them was consumed by fire. All my classmates and the school were burning up. The big dark shadows with dark wings were pulling down everyone to the fire. It was like a bonfire of people. Then, I saw him walking towards me. His blue eyes are full of anger. He is coming for me with the bloodied sword in his hand. I scream and run as far away from him.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

The rider felt fear so deep his hands that gripped the handlebars shook intensely, he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The flames were blazing as Scar dismounted his bike in a hurry, the rest of the riders were close behind him and were picking up Myers without a second thought, leaving Scar to search the lot for his girl. Men and woman stood looking at the flames in sadness, some with tears in their eyes but that didn't phase Scar. He needed to know where she was. Though, that was when Scar took a good luck at the great inferno. It was Lani's shop.

The flames danced and crackled, casting flickering shadows that seemed to dance in time with the whispers of the night. As the aroma of cooking fish filled the air, I couldn't help but feel a sense of rapport and unity with my teammates. The challenges of the Hunger Games had tested us in ways we could never have imagined, and yet, we remained resolute in our determination to see it through. Aret expertly prepared the fish, her white hair gleaming in the firelight. Despite the hardships we had faced, there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there could be moments of warmth and connection.

Flames races across the ground, bright and merciless. “No!” I scream, lungs breaking. Claudia and the others turn their backs, Eli dragged out with them. The door slams shut, sealing me inside. Flames roar, racing up walls. Smoke thickens, stinging my eyes, clawing down my throat. I choke, coughing hard. Heat licks my skin. My mind reels, flickers of fire striking me with painful familiarity. The memory of another blaze, another nightmare, gnaws at me. I cough harder, body weakening. Fire dances in my blurred vision, glowing in my eyes like the end itself. Is this how it all ends?

Making us vanish into nothingness. I need to react fast. This is bad, really bad. If she can catch on fire, she can do some real damage to my members. "Return to the pack ground, now," I commanded by the mental bond, and some of them were hesitant, but they obeyed. A few moments later, we ended up alone: the little red wolf, me, and the only woman I would take a silver bullet for. But Bardo, the Water Wizard, stood close by, ready to extinguish the fire.

However, I pretended to stay calm and answered, "What videos?" Austin grinned lightly and bit on my earlobe. "I'll wait for you in the wooden hut by the woods." I felt helpless as I watched Austin sauntered off. Ten minutes later, I slowly pushed open the door to the wooden hut. It was pitch-black inside, and I felt unsafe. I reached forward and carefully shuffled my way in. Suddenly, someone with a strong, muscular frame grabbed me and hugged me tightly. "Ahh!" I shrieked in surprise, but quickly calmed down afterward and fell silent. I detected a familiar scent. It was Austin.

I find an elaborate gold zippo covered in elegant, embossed moaning women, and snap it open, admiring the tiny blue-orange flame that flickers to life, so small but beautifully destructive. I stand, giving Andrew one last look, before igniting the curtains in his living room one by one as a healthy blaze grows. The smoke builds and the heat warms me, as the alarm begins to raise its call, and the auto sprinkler snaps on, too little too late. The fire engulfs the plush rug and couch, swallowing the body of the monster I brought down. I smile as I slip from the room, headed for the exit on the lower level where Liza and the girls should be waiting. We’re finally getting out of here. We’ll fina