Gloss Hunger Games Catching Fire Novels & Stories

Because it was mine. I stumbled back, horrified, only to see my hands glowing brighter, scales flickering over my skin. The flames licked up the walls of the library, devouring the shelves, then wrapped themselves around the dormitory windows. Students pounded against the glass, their faces desperate as the heat warped the stone. “No,” I whispered, clutching my head. “Stop. Please, stop—” But it didn’t. The fire roared louder, gleeful in its chaos. One by one, their voices silenced, and when the smoke cleared enough for me to see, bodies lay scattered across the courtyard, charred and lifeless.

The second one lunged at me, but I caught his wrist and twisted until I heard the snap of bone, then I shoved the blade back into his gut. My breathing was ragged now, and my shirt was soaked with sweat and blood. Every movement felt like it was carving deeper into me, but I refused to slow down. The minutes stretched like hours, but finally the gunfire died down. Silence crept back in, broken only by the crackle of flames as one of my men lit the gasoline they'd already spread. The fire caught quickly, climbing up the walls and consuming the stacked crates like it had been starving for years.

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

It hurts so much that I wanted everything to end ,like literally end. I slowly opened my eyelids as I felt something gently removing the strands of my hair that were covering my face and tugging them behind my ear..My vision was blurry with tears, I couldn't see what it was but I was sure it was a person..I groaned painfully when pain shot up through my body when i tried to move my body so I could face this person.. "hey easy..easy baby"The person whispered softly in my ear sending a shiver through my sore body as they pulled me closer to their hard chest

Tres fretted. “Just grab your coat, let’s go!” Tres hurriedly threw his arms into a hoody, muttering, “Okay, okay.” He opened the door and they dashed into the hallway. At the end of the corridor, James could see softly flickering orange lights; the fire was burning somewhere below. He stole a quick glance towards the lounge and saw flames building through the glass door. That end too? In that brief moment of hesitation, he couldn’t help but wonder why the alarms had not gone off yet. He shook it off and turned to Tres. “We need to get as many out as we can, got it?” Tres swallowed back his fear and nodded.

The bag burst into flames, hitching my heart to my throat. I jerked back with a cry, tossing it away, but the fire leapt like a living beast. In an instant, it lashed on the wooden stall, then another, and then another. The chaos erupted as the screams tore through the market, the scent of burning fruits and charring wood thickening the air. The smoke clawed at my lungs, each breath burning like a hot coal. My eyes watered, but I refused to stop. My one arm shielded the trembling girl, and the other reached out to drag a woman clear off the collapsing stall as the flames devoured it.

Walking through the smoke was a girl with short blonde hair and the blue eyes I had locked with just a minute ago. “Heather?” Matt wheezed, but before he could say anything else, she crossed the room. Her fingers extended into claws, and she broke Matt’s cuff. Her face winced, but she never let out a cry of pain. “Come on, this place is not safe!” Alaric yelled as the fire licked the ceiling. I helped Matt stand up, and Alaric threw Matt’s arm over his shoulder, helping him out of the room. The fire crackled around us as we made our way out of the cabin.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

The scorching heat pressed against my skin, a reminder of the relentless destruction that raged around me. Amid the fiery chaos, I caught a glimpse of Kimora, her figure illuminated by the flames. She moved with purpose, her eyes locked on mine, a mixture of determination and sorrow in her gaze. But before I could reach her, the flames seemed to engulf her, the fire swallowing her form until she was lost to the inferno. "No!" I screamed, my voice breaking with anguish as I reached out futilely towards her. The ground beneath me trembled, and I stumbled, my movements sluggish as if the very air was resisting my attempts to escape.

he began to whisper before I was suddenly consumed by flames. My heart jolted from my chest and I squeezed my eyes shut. The weapon hummed rapidly. The flames wrapped around me, licking at my skin but not quite burning me. Suddenly fire stopped and I glanced up shocked. I’m alive. Two giant slitted gold eyes stared down at me angrily. A claw swiped at my head but I rolled out of the way just in time. I sliced at its leg in retaliation. The blade sliced through its scales with ease. Black blood bled from the wound.