Hilarius Heavensbee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

“Not quite the proud princess anymore, are you?” “Stay away,” Shama whispered, inching backward. Ekansh’s smile deepened, but there was no warmth in it. “No need to run. It’s over, Shanaya.” He paused, his smile sharpening. “Let's end this game of yours, shall we?" In a swift motion, he lunged forward, his hand wrapping around her throat. Shama gasped as she felt the pressure tighten, her breath cutting off abruptly. Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled against his grip, clawing at his fingers, desperation flooding her system.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Kiara asked frowning in confusion, waking up in the familiar podium where she once grew up watching people die in front of her as she herself fought for her own life. “I don’t know, but I don’t like this” Richard said from beside Kiara. The two were trying to process how they even got here to begin with. People around them started coming to their senses as they woke up inside the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter”

I can hear their footsteps scuffling away. “You know she’s never going to make this easy for you, right?” I hear Rowan ask quietly. Silence. Long enough that I almost think Luca isn’t going to answer. “I know,” he says softly. A beat passes. Then Rowan snorts. “You’re so unbelievably fucked.” “Shut up, Rowan.” Their laughter fades down the hall. And despite everything… Dean Withers. The tracker beneath my skin. Callan Ravaryn and his stupid, gentle eyes. The memories of Skyless Keep. The panic still clawing at my chest… I find myself smiling. Just a little.

"Are you here to mock me?" "Yes. Not only am I here to mock you, but I'm also contemplating how I'll kick you out of the Young family." Harriette was honest. Anastasia's face dimmed. "Aren't you afraid everyone will see the real you? Especially Miles?" "Afraid? Oh no! Are you planning to tattle on me?" Harriette jeered. Then, she smiled smugly. "He went to the sanctuary. There's no one else here. Do you think he'll believe what you say about me?"

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell

Hawaii, Yolanda, Ahana, and I were seated behind them watching as the contestants stepped into the portal. "Alpha," I called out to King Mobali as he turned to me with an icy gaze. I wasn't going to let him know I was frightened by him. "Are the supremes going to be okay?" I was little but I wasn't dumb, I understood the rules of the Hunger Games and the sacrifice it was going to take. "They'll be fine, Venus." My heart skipped a beat as he mentioned my name, he had continued watching but I kept starting at the back of his head. The way he called my name in such a fatherly manner made my heart feel warm.

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING? THAT WAS FUCKING A BEAR! IT COULD HAVE KILLED YOU! ARE YOU INSANE?!” “I.. I don’t think he wanted to hurt me.” He grabbed my arms and shook me hard. “HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?”

“Stay with me.” Lena’s vision blurred. The Hollow Keep came back into focus. The ruins. The battle. The creatures. Dorian was nearby, his daggers slick with dark ichor. Idris stood beside him, magic sparking at his fingertips. The guardian of the Rift loomed over them, their silver eyes unreadable. Lena struggled to breathe. She was back. But the whispers were still there. The hunger was still there. Cassian tightened his grip on her. “Lena, what happened?”

That would be how long before the vote on who would be the next godfather in the Solntsevskaya Bratva. My mind wandered with the possibilities of torturing her as I dressed and sat at the kitchen table, trying to read. After my second cup, a groan sounded from the guest bedroom, then a yelp. A smile twitched at the corners of my mouth and I slowly returned to the room. She glared at me from the floor with hatred in her bright blue eyes. “What the holy fuck, Tomas?” “You said you liked serial killers.” I shrugged. “I wanted to see if you meant it.”