Hilarius Hunger Games Novels & Stories

LUCIAN “I said what I said.” Darius grinned back at me. “What? You're going to beat me too?” I clenched my jaw. “Do you want to find out?” Killian was coughing on the floor. “You’re all bark, Darius,” he muttered. “Let’s see what you do when I take Aria away from you.” Darius tsked, but his eyes sparkled with mockery. “Look at you, lying on the floor, Killian. And you call yourself an Alpha?”

But every time I glanced up, I found Killian’s eyes still on me, watching me intently. “Your son is quite charming,” Killian remarked, looking at Liam. “He seems to have inherited your… resilience.” “Thank you,” I replied, my voice strained. “Liam is a wonderful child.” As the meal ended, Alpha Killian leaned back, still watching me. “It’s a pleasure dining with you, sister,” he said mockingly. “I hope we can do this more often.” I forced a polite smile. “Of course, Alpha Killian.”

' aray Arman itne kamzor hogaye ho, wahan kuch khane ko nahi milta tha Kiya? ( Arman dear, you're looking weak, Don't you get any food to eat there?). Haathi jese to ho ker aaye Hain, pata nahi kis angle se kamzor lag rahe hain. Bhens na ho'n' to, (He's looking like an elephant, I don't know from which angle is he looking weak? Buffalo) Noor mumbled, but never the less, Hira heard it. Arman who was about to reply, stopped when heard Hira laugh, he narrowed his eyes towards them both as Noor was busy making her shut her mouth.

“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.

With a deadpan look, I stared at Giselle and Palmer’s faces through the computer screen and marveled at their acting. If Giselle and Palmer hadn’t left Lucy to die, dumped my mother’s ashes, and taken my kidney, I might just believe that they loved him. Shaking my head, I asked Ceris Whitaker, who was sitting across from me, “Is everything ready for the next phase?” Ceris snapped her fingers with a smile. “Of course. Relax. They will soon experience the hopelessness you went through in no time.”

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

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!"

"Hilary, are you okay?" "Can you give me a mirror?" I ask demandingly. He looks confused but then picks a mirror and gives it to me. I touch my face, makes funny expression while at my reflection. After a couple of seconds, I slap myself. "Aww!" I scream in pain. "HAHAHA, what the hell are you doing? I know you're pretty but don't hurt yourself and make funny faces to become ugly, that's only made you cute." This can't be... This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Then he sat across and watched silently. Aeris stared at the food. His hands shook as he picked up bread. This had to be a test. Soon, Killian would laugh and take it away. But Killian just watched, quiet and still. Aeris took a small bite. Warmth exploded on his tongue. Real food. He couldn’t stop. More bread. Then meat. Then fruit. “Slow down,” Killian warned. “You’ll get sick.” Aeris tried, but hunger controlled him. It had been too long.

“I’m just saying, if we’re all gonna go down, I want that image burned into my soul first.” Selene looked back toward the sky. “We’re not going to go down.” “Didn’t say we were,” Darius said, eyes scanning the treeline. “But if I do die, I want the last thing burned into my soul to be something funny. Not fire or screaming or your serious face. Just… something stupid and hilarious. Preferably someone else’s embarrassment.” Theoden glanced over, a brow lifted. “Like the time Luka tried to shift mid-sneeze and got stuck halfway?”