Hilarius Heavensbee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.

Might want to call the cops. "Honey, who are you texting?" Chester snarled, his face twisted into something dark and chilling by the phone's glow. This whole new life spiel was nothing but a con. I was trapped in a real-life Truman Show. I lashed out with a fierce kick at Chester. He screamed in agony, doubling over, his face a mask of pain. "Chester!"

"Tell me… Where did you bring Mia? If you don't tell the truth, I will draw out each and every drop of the blood I sold for you…" Seeing the crazed gleam in his eyes, I smiled. "Is she that important to you, Terrence?" Panic flashed through his eyes, but it was quickly overshadowed by something monstrous and terrifyingly violent. "What are you playing at? Are you trying to make me feel guilty?" Not saying another word, he stabbed the cold needle into my arm. I could do nothing but look helplessly as my warm blood was drawn up through the clear needle. The measure had long since passed 27 ounces, but he didn't show any sign of stopping.

“Downstairs?” I repeated, frowning. “What else could be down there besides dead players?” I immediately dropped my utensils, covered my stomach dramatically, and gagged. Then I leaned weakly against the Headless Boss. “Ugh, I can’t eat meat. Must’ve been too much passion last night… I think I’m pregnant.” Lily looked absolutely thrilled, like she was watching the best show of her life. The old man with the intestines and the charcoal-skinned old lady both gasped in delight, shouting for their son to take me to the room to rest.

Sky, who sat beside Gale, shooting him glared, “No, it wasn’t like that, I… I don’t want us to come here with a belly full of food, it is we should make some space for the late lunch that your mother thoughtfully organized for us.” Suddenly, there’s a burst of laughter came from Madam Heather, “Oh, what a kind young lady, and also a smart one.” Said Madam Heather, while her eyes went to Sky, “Skylark… Well, no… Madam Skylark, you don’t want to offend me but also refused to take the blame for starving your mates.” “No… No… Madam… I…” Flustered by the accusation, Sky was trying to give her a reason, but madam Heather then stopped her.

She said and she did. She talked about the neighbor's cat that hated everyone but her. About how she once hid crayons in her sock because Momma said she couldn't draw anymore that day. About how Nitya Maasi pretended not to notice even though she totally did. Zavier listened in silence, unsure when he had stopped planning his next move and started simply… listening. Then Aria wrinkled her nose. "I'm hungry." She said rubbing her belly gently. The words caught him off guard. "Hungry?" he repeated.

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

I muttered. He stepped out of the backseat and my heart hammered my chest as to crack it open. Seen from the cameras on top of the stairs, he looked perfectly fine and just like out of a Haunters episode: wearing black from head to toe, cargo pants, his astronaut sneakers, a hoodie under his street jacket, neat stubble, big bluish glasses showing under a baseball hat.