Haymitch Hunger Games Novels & Stories

The fire may have cleansed one betrayal, but the roots beneath it were still rotting. She sat alone on the edge of the camp, elbows on her knees, staring into the charred ring where Deron's ashes had once lived. The soil still smoked in patches, as if reluctant to let go of the truth it had swallowed. A soft crunch of leaves pulled her head up. Mitchell approached slowly, her steps uncharacteristically hesitant. She had discarded her ceremonial robes and now wore plain black, loose, dark, unmarked. Her hair was tied back, and her face held the kind of tension only time could forge.

TRIGGER WARNING I woke up completely famished. My mind was urging me to get up and eat. I crawled carefully over Jamie and Sebastian who were in bed with me. I stepped silently over the other four to make my way down to the kitchen. I got down there and started making a huge pot of noodles for spaghetti. I started cooking ground venison before grabbing more uncooked venison out of the refrigerator to snack on while everything else cooked. Once the meat was done, I drained it as I leaned against the counter, continuing to eat the raw venison.

“If I catch you, Maeve Cross, you will not leave my territory.” “I’ll leave when I’m finished with you.” His eyes flashed gold. “That is not how this Hunt ends.” I stepped closer before common sense could stop me. “You don’t know how this ends.” His head lowered until his mouth was near my ear. Every muscle in my body tightened. “I know exactly how it ends.” His voice was quiet enough that only I could hear. “With you beneath me, your sister screaming in the cells below us, and every lie she told you finally choking her.”

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“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

I lifted my bloodied face, the mix of blood and cream making for a horrifying sight. I was utterly wretched. I, Cynthia Quinn, was nearly maimed by my boyfriend on my 26th birthday. A crimson haze clouded my vision. In my fading consciousness, the last thing I heard was Xander stammering, "I'm sorry, I really am… I didn't mean to… It wasn't Natasha's fault; I just wanted to tease Cynthia a bit. I never thought—"

I demanded, my tone sharp. Mitch hesitated, his eyes darting around nervously. "It's...complicated," he muttered, clearly unwilling to meet my gaze. "I had to find a way to sneak out of Aiden Blackwood's camp without being noticed." I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my temper in check. "Complicated?" I repeated, my voice low and dangerous. "I don't have time for your excuses, Mitch. You either have something for me, or you don't."

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...” I groaned and look at the window that view that Yellow-Mountain. I pointed it for reference, not minding the nonsene in her words, “That mountain is filled with the fire element. Do you really think a Lycan live there?” She gasped, slowly shook her head in shock. She said, “Of course none. Is young lady not know the Lycan dread the people in that Mountain?” “What?” I arc my brows. “How can the lycan dread the mere army of...” I cough and sigh. “Let's not talk about that mountain and that spieces!”

“If I push this, knowing that it’s wrong, I am only going to endanger her life. I am only going to hurt her. The little wolf has already too much on her plate. The entire world could hate me. They could curse this devil all they want. They could fight me until the end of time and I would fight back. It’ll be okay. “But with Katniss, for the first time in my life, I aspire for things to be different. At the end of the day, as impossible as it sounds, I’d like to be the devil who is kind to her, the devil who protects her.” He took a sharp breath. “I think I could be satisfied with that.” “But we won't,” we answered. “It doesn't matter. My prediction came true. I saw her mark. She now has her