Gloss Hunger Games Catching Fire Novels & Stories

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?”

[RHIANNON] Kael's arms felt like the only real thing in the world. I came back to myself slowly—lungs burning, throat raw from screaming, body shaking despite the warmth of him wrapped around me. The vision had faded, but emotions clung like smoke, refusing to dissipate. Fire. So much fire consuming everything. The ceremonial grounds engulfed in flames, warriors burning alive, their screams echoing through pack bonds until the sound became unbearable. Kael reaching for me through the inferno, his hand turning to ash before our fingers could touch.

His eyes found mine, those golden-brown flames I knew by heart, dimmed but still fighting. "You shouldn't have come here," he said, his voice like gravel. I almost laughed. It came out more like a sob. "Too late now." The ground split next to us. Red fire poured out, thick and angry. It spread across the stone like blood, creeping toward us. The girl cried out and stumbled back, covering her face with her hands. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close. This wasn't random. The fire was hunting. Something moved in the flames. Shadows twisted up, gathering into something that felt ancient and wrong. It pressed against my chest like a heavy hand, stealing my breath, forcing me down.

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.

Luan walked into the flames. The fire did not burn her. The smoke did not choke her. The heat did not touch her. She walked through the burning valley until she reached the center of the clearing. The hunger followed. What are you doing? it asked. She turned to face it. I'm showing you that I'm not afraid. The hunger's white eyes widened. Impossible. Luan stepped closer. The gold light from her palm spread up her arm, across her chest, over her whole body. She was glowing. She was burning. But she was not consumed.

she said. I shook my head. “No... I don’t—” “You forgot us.” “Who are you?” “You will burn with us." Then she reached out And my skin cracked. I screamed as pain tore through me. My hands caught fire. My feet sunk into snow and turned to embers. The world tilted and cracked, fire and frost colliding as something dark rose from the ground beneath me. It had no face. Only hunger. It opened its mouth, and my name poured out—

The Hollows hesitated. Heather’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t know what you’re playing with, Ragnor.” I grinned. “Watch me.” Then I let the fire loose. Flames exploded from my hands, roaring like a beast unleashed. They surged forward in a wave, engulfing the Hollows in searing heat. Their screeches pierced the air as their smoky forms twisted and writhed, unable to reform against the relentless flames. Heather snarled, stepping back, eyes flashing with something between fury and intrigue. “Interesting,” she mused. “But fire alone won’t be enough.”

DEL I gulped down everything in the tumbler and then refilled it and gulped it down again, my chest and throat burning. I didn't even know that fire had died down in the hearth. The fire was barely glowing. No heat. No comfort. Just there. Like it couldn’t decide whether to die or fight a little longer. I didn’t feel warmth from it—couldn’t, honestly. Right now I didn't know if it was Faelan and his brother ruling the pack or me because no matter how I tried to drive out the image out of my head it wasn't possible.

I turn back to Alec, and even though my skull is pounding from the blow, there’s something like victory swelling in my chest. And then I see them. Silver Hunters coming out of the library and from around the building. Ten of them, at least. My stomach drops. I curl my hands into fists. I can do this. Heather and her friends were no match for me. What makes this group any different? One of the Hunters lifts their sword, and fire appears out of nowhere. It races through the grass, forming a ring around me. “Winter!” Alec shouts. I panic, looking for a way out, but the wall of fire is too high. The Hunter who cast it advances on Alec, who is too busy trying to get to me to see what’s behind him

Then she began to drill, the friction creating heat. Minutes passed, but still no flame. Her hands burned from the constant motion. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and her stomach twisted in hunger. Just when she thought she might have to swallow the raw meat after all, a faint charred scent reached her nose. Thin black smoke rose from the board. The next second, a tiny golden spark appeared. The flame caught. Clar nearly laughed out loud in relief, her hands trembling as she fed the flame with small twigs, allowing it to grow.