Finnick Hunger Games Novels & Stories

We all knew I wasn't his first pick as nurse, but Ronnie's hands were still shaking and Burney hadn't had enough practice for this type of wound. I tipped some of my bottled water over his shoulder, washing away the congealing blood. The puckered wound was a mess and tweezers or not, I couldn't get all the shrapnel out. Not that it mattered. The HG was lethally toxic, it was only a matter of time before he died. I focused on the needle in my hand, ignoring the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Stan was gone, Mike wasn't far off and with each of their deaths, Nick was slipping further and further from my grasp. "Are you sure you want me to stitch you up? The wound's not clean."

The blonde haired boy spoke, the other boy remained silent as if he were in some kind of trans, he just sat there starring at Grace. "I'm Hanna." Hanna chirped up. Grace picked up her uncle's cup and took a sip. It was awful. She passed it to Hanna after making a face. Hanna smirked and took a sip. It was a mistake she ended up having a coughing fit the taste was that bad. Daniel smirked. "Awh what's the matter girls? You don't like whisky?" He chuckled to himself. The sound of his voice appeared to snap the other boy out of his thoughts. "This is Bentley." Daniel nudged him slightly.

I don't want any of us from District G to be eliminated. As our glass cylinder opens, all tributes started to run towards the Patag center to get some bags... for protection. And everyone started to beat each other until they'll be eliminated. Ulap, Token, Vani, Keithwarth, and I—the five hopes of District G, of Grass, shall let the letters let us... to live. And Giovanni, my Giovanni. I love him... because he is part of the team.

My mate, Ethan Rickman, is an Omega without a wolf. No official position is willing to hire him. That means we live in poverty, but I've always believed that our love can overcome anything. Seven years after our mating, hunger drives me and our son, Theo Rickman, to dig through trash bins late at night, looking for food. Theo moves quickly and quietly. He's become skilled at it. With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!"

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

They circled us, their movements fluid, like smoke drifting through the air, searching for an opening. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, watching as Hayden faced them down, his sword ready, his gaze unwavering. “Stay behind me,” he ordered, his voice calm despite the chaos around us. I nodded, unable to find my voice. I couldn’t take my eyes off the furies—the way they moved, the way their twisted faces seemed to shift and change with every passing moment. They were creatures of nightmare, of darkness and death, and they wanted me.

Bastard", Snow seethed as the alpha command lost hold as soon as Adrienne put the empty cup down.* *Adrienne couldn't agree more. "What was in the drink, Alpha?"* *Alpha Marcus smirked at her. "Didn't taste anything, did you?"* *"No, I..." She paused mid-sentence and clutched at her throat. There was a burning sensation all the way from her throat, down to her belly.*

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a fruit knife from the table—the one he used to slice Corinne’s fruits every day—and drove it straight into her chest. Corinne’s eyes widened in disbelief as blood gushed out. She looked at Trevon’s twisted face one last time—then went still. "Don’t look." Sawyer gently shielded my eyes with his hand. "I’ll get you out of here." Sawyer bit the tip of his finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto my fish scales. He pressed them carefully to the place where my legs had once been. Seraphina clapped and squealed with joy. "Mommy! You have a beautiful fishtail again! Just like mine!"

He survives by being forgettable, quiet, and careful. The heat rising inside him now is too powerful to come from one missed dose. Someone forced this into him. Finn drags himself toward the nearest table and grips its edge until his knuckles ache. His legs tremble as he stands, but stubborn anger pushes through the weakness. He is not delicate, and he hates the way the drug tries to make him feel helpless. He knows hunger, exhaustion, unpaid bills, and fear. He knows how to stand straight when his body wants to fold.

Smith and Sophia shouted chorusly when he pointed the gun at Justin who was unconscious. Alex closed his eyes and waited for his turn. The end has finally come, he knew it would come one day, only he didn't know it would come this early to him.