Hilarius Heavensbee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

CHECKMATE POV "What is he doing here, Hillary?" She looked back at him and returned her gaze to me. "That is..." "I know who he is," I said, angrily. "He is the Lycan beast, isn't he?" The bewitchingly attractive man smiled, much to my surprise. "I have a lot of names, boy, and that one you mentioned is my all time favorite." "Do you think this is funny," "Checkmate, stop!" Hillary yelled at me. "Just calm down, okay?"

“We’ll even treat you whatever dessert you like.” I sighed in a dejected tone, “I don’t know if I’m going out like this.” “Just go get your hoodie coat,” Wilt said. “Nobody’s going to recognize you wearing that on the street.” It seemed to be a good idea to go on an incognito. I went back inside to grab it. As soon as we got out about five steps, we heard a cry, “Extra, extra! Hercules’s Brave has been identified. Got peed in his pants from last night’s par-tay.”

The banter continued, a symphony of teasing and laughter, each remark a playful dance between the friends, their camaraderie evident in the shared moments of lightheartedness. “So I don't need to give you a dessert treat,” Sage teased, turning his attention to Lisa. She pouted in mock indignation, her eyes narrowing playfully as she retorted, "It's cheating, Sage." “I also want to eat dessert,” Arina interjected, her gaze drifting out of the window as she spoke. Sage's smile softened at her words, a genuine warmth filling his eyes as he turned to her. Aaron's thoughtful expression spoke volumes as he listened to the exchange, his silent presence a steady anchor amidst the whirlwind of emotio

“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”

The mumble of moo discussions mixed with the sharp clatter of edges being honed, a steady update that savagery prowled underneath the surface of everything here. Situated close the fire, Lila constrained herself to eat, tearing little chomps from the dried meat she had earned. Starvation chewed at her, but each development sent sharp challenges through her throbbing appendages. Still, she kept her pose relentless. The rebels were observing, continuously observing, holding up for any sign of shortcoming. And among them, Jessa was the foremost tenacious. “Enjoying your triumph feast, princess?” Jessa's voice cut through the discuss, sharp with joke. She inclined against a carton adjacent, arms

Griff said tiredly. "No it's not. It is perfectly rated. Because it is a perfectly good series of movies." I argued with him. "Whatever bro." Tyler told me and I noticed Storm silently looking at me then he looked at Cole before frowning briefly. "I would choose the hunger games over Harry Potter any day." Storm said in a certain tone. "Now we're talking. See that's gas." Griff told me and I rolled my eyes at him. "I agree that it's gas but it's not gassier than Harry fucking Potter." I told him and he ruffled my hair up.

Lila grinned—feral, wicked. “Run along before I braid your hair into a noose.” Babe flushed, fury twisting her perfect features. She spun and stormed away, entourage scrambling to keep up. The cafeteria roared back to life around us, noise flooding in like a tide. Bree slipped into her seat again, hand steady over mine. “Rhea…” “I’m fine.” Lie. My voice cracked anyway. I stared at my soup. It tasted like ash. Because Babe hadn’t been right about the quads.

Darius stood up. "That's not fair." "It's a new rule." "I don't agree." Darius pointed at her pillow. "Sleepy people aren't allowed in meetings." Hazel huffed. Exactly like Aurora. And that made Darius shake his head immediately. "I live with two identical people." "I'm funnier than Mama." Aurora raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Hazel nodded confidently. "Much funnier." Aurora pretended to be offended. Meanwhile, Darius looked thoroughly entertained.

HAZEL POV My head hurts. I groan, opening my eyes to see a tall figure towering over me. It wasn't Killian. “Lucian,” I whisper. He stood over me with a grin on his face. “Finally caught the mouse,” he said. I stood up and looked around. The basement. “What game do you think you’re playing, Lucian?” “The game Killian started,” he smirked. I tried to move, but he sidestepped me.

"The child will be the key. We will drain the Ridge until the trees turn to salt. And Kaelor will watch from the spikes." Lucian didn't flinch. He didn't protest. He just looked at the dagger and licked the blood off the blade. "I want his heart," Lucian said. "I want to eat it while it’s still beating." The vision shifted. I saw the Hive. But it wasn't a city. It was a stomach. The tunnels were lined with pulsing, meat-like walls. The Hybrids weren't people; they were parasites, feeding on a giant, subterranean heart. Kaelor’s heart.