Gale Peeta Katniss Novels & Stories

His strawberry blond hair hair sitting above brown eyes, of a warrior within the pack, only a few years younger than me. “You’re not Peyton.” Luke Morrison, says with furrowed brows, wearing a scowl that sets me on edge. Who is he to Peyton? My jealousy calms, and I refocus when a voice calls from the back, small and hopeful, breaking me more. I peer into her home, and notice the boxes stacked, with permanent marker writing on the side. Were they planning to leave? “Peyton?” Ms. Samuels turns the corners with her bright blonde hair, exuding her usual warm energy. “Oh, hello alpha, welcome back.”

The young lady had a confused look in her eyes. "Did I scare you? I'm sorry, dear," She smiled at Caitlyn and rubbed her arm. Caitlyn gave a nervous smile. Herald cleared his throat. "You're one lucky girl, Caitlyn. The two meanest people in our family are being nice to you. You're lucky, I tell you." Madam Scarlett gasped dramatically. "Mean, you say? You call your mother mean? Herald!?" Herald scratched his neck. His lips gave a lopsided smile. "You're unbelievable! Caitlyn, " Madam Scarlett called as she turned back to Caitlyn. "Do not mind a word that rascal says, okay?" Caitlyn smiled and nodded.

“I’m guessing Caleb hasn’t told you about me then?” the woman asked, Cassandra’s puzzled expression gave her the answer she needed, she laughed, but it lacked any mirth to it, “I’m Gayle, the real Alpha bitch of this pack, the one who has been keeping Caleb’s bed warm before your wretched self came into this compound and the one who is going to drag you out of here by your hair once I cure Caleb of whatever spell you’ve cast on him.”

Apparently, all the female warriors were rooting for me. Katniss, a towering figure of resolute strength and beauty, approached me. She was huge, robust, bigger than an average female warrior. She had an oblong face and her platinum blonde hair was perfectly matched with her gray eyes. "You did well for an omega, we all doubted if you'd even make it past the first set, Luna Annalisa." She said, helping me off the ground. I instinctively tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, simultaneously regretting not having told Aliya to make them into braids. "Thank you, Katniss," I replied, panting.

I said. “Please call me Gale, and this way please, your highness,” he said as he showed me the way. — It has been 5 minutes and we are now on our way to the training grounds. “Who are you?” The woman in front of us said. She has red hair and purple eyes. It's obvious that she would ask me because I changed my appearance to black hair and brown eyes. “Greetings to the Duchess of the Northern territory, may the Guardians of the North Bless you,” I greeted her as I curtsied.

Liana’s POV Many of the men in this Great Hall remind me of beasts. But there’s something different about the dark-haired male who prowls toward us. It’s not just that he wears breeches instead of a kilt. It’s the calculated disinterest on his face, and the fluid way he moves. He reminds me more of a cat than a wolf. People much bigger than him watch him warily as he passes by. When he stops in front of our table, Ethan leans back in his seat, a look of dislike etched onto his face.

~Lexia "You look beautiful, by the way," Adrian murmurs, helping me out of the car. Ignoring him, I smooth out my dress, gazing around at the beautiful view. This party is being hosted by Isaiah, the Alpha of Passion, in his Pack. Despite his Pack not being in the best condition, he still holds the most lavish parties every year. "You don't mind, do you?" I ask anxiously, still looking at Isaiah's estate. People were mulling around, finding their way in at their own pace. Guards stood post in nearly every shadow I glanced out, watching us with careful eyes.

I was overwhelmed by the kind hearted gesture they showed to a human. Gaya had come to find help for her ailing son. He was still born, he couldn't breathe. I watched the fox king give up one of his tails for the boy. He air to his lungs and breath to his nostrils. He gave him life. The boy could breathe again

The two of us sat beside one another and taking in her nervous state; I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. “Kat, these are like the pastries that you used to make at home” her little brother, Damien, said excitedly “how did they know how to make them like yours?” “That is because Luna Katerina is the one who made them” Gala said, answering the child. My eyes widened in surprise and I found Katerina looking down at her lap.

But how? “Giselle.” Suddenly, the name of that beautiful girl came to mind. Katniss, her daughter. Her face looked so similar to mine, but... wasn’t she cheating? How could her face look so much like mine? I had to find out! To be continued...