Hilarius Heavensbee Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I slowly turn my head and see a swarm of bees hovering in the air, their little wings twitching in excitement. Someone whistles from the sidelines. “Oh boy, here we go.” The bees charge towards me. I run for my life. “THIS ISN'T FUNNY, TALIA!” I scream, sprinting through the streets, heading towards the palace as bees dive for me like tiny winged assassins. The misfits are losing their damn minds because Luna is crying from laughter on a crate. Another person is halfway to the ground, holding his stomach. Warriors who should be training have instead gathered to watch my humiliation.

I didn't think there would be any human or Elvian hiding in the short shrub. Knowing that I immediately took an arrow from the quiver and tried to pull the bow like Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games movie. My eyes remained focused on the target, and I got ready to release the arrow without hesitation. We would be lucky enough to get four-horned sheep because that animal was usually located near the Elvian town. The black market and collectors would surely pay very high for its horns and nails. Perhaps, I could live with luxury for a few weeks.

HE observes the creations of HIS creation and in total amusement knowing that the perfect plan of ‘HIS’ is starting to bend in the haywire of events ‘HE’ never expects. “Now, now, now. What move will you take this time with our mini-game, OPHIUCHUS.” Drawing a sinister smile as HIS rose-colored eyes illuminated in a neon pattern in the dark, HIS childlike façade and innocent mask leave him to enjoy and witness the game the pretentious GOD set, all for the only thing IT should not do. Just or not, no one should play with life and death. “Let us see just where will this put you my dear first creation.”

Matto laughed as he took the dishes into the kitchen. We spent the day watching scary movies and talking. He really was an interesting person and I loved hearing his stories. He told me more about his mother and his father. His mother had passed away when he was sixteen of cancer. He told me that for a few months after he lost his mother he had contemplated leaving the tribe and becoming rouge. Then one day he was out hunting and came across a hiker who had lost his way. The hiker was being chased by a bear and was about to be attacked when Matto shifted and fought off the bear. After the bear had run off, he had looked back at the hiker and could see the gratitude in his eyes. It was then t

Alpha Idiot’s Beta, Ithia, who’d been outspoken during the war council and who’d had a face like a slapped behind for most of it, stared him down. She knew what he was planning to do. It was the only explanation. He jerked his head at her, gesturing in the vague direction of the others. She gutted her chin out in a clear refusal of his orders. The ground shuddered. Atticus looked up. All manner of creatures were sprinting towards him, half-starved, their bones jutting out against their skin, their eyes wild and crazed with hunger and loss. Atticus searched their ranks for Lily, panic bubbling in his chest, his heart thumping hard as he pictured her running towards him, looking like them, loo

“What kind of pieces?” He looked down at his hands. “I know what hunger feels like. The kind I have. I know it the way you know a language you’ve always spoken — it’s not something I learned, it’s just what I am.” He paused. “I know what it feels like to be near someone who has what I need but won’t give it. That feeling — I know it very well.” The air between us changed. Slightly, but I felt it. “Did that happen?” I said. “Before me.”

“Welcome. I trust you had a good night's rest. Congratulations on surviving yesterday's games. I believe you're well rested for today.” My eyes traveled to one of the contestants who had been a leg injury. She had been limping since we got out of the infirmary. There was no way she was surviving today's games with a bad leg. “We are playing the hunt,” Darius said slowly like he was waiting for each word to slowly get into us. “You would be chased through the woods by hunters. The finest ones picked by Alpha Raphael.” I swallowed and turned around to see the crowd watching. My chest grew tight. I glanced at Kaia and she nodded. I exhaled.

So safe and so friendly. Dr. Kole? Sky blinks his eyes twice, thrice, again and again, but he is seeing the same person. Dr. Kole is the exact replica of Kai. What is this again? Is heaven so angry with him that they twist his fate and made the person he first asks for help looks the same as his husband? Is his suffering not enough? Are five years not enough for gods to pity him? to at least let him have just a little glimmer of hope?

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Yet, despite the cracks, Hail was still able to look at him, not even flinching at the crack on his cheeks. It was when what seemed to be a piece had fallen from his cheek that Briane noticed something odd. He scrambled on his feet and poked his finger on the hole. It was quite deep. Hail didn’t even move when he tried to strip his cheeks off. He just sat there, staring at him. With all his might, he pulled and what he’d seen next made him stumble away. From inside Hail came thousands of bugs. Groaning, Briane sprinted, putting as much distance from the bugs and him. When he was sure, the bug already lost sight of him, he traced his way back to Hail and found him—no, it couldn’t be him. It w