How Does Hunger Games Catching Fire End の小説・ストーリー

Flame said said and they nodded then began rushing out of the room The mother and the daughter got out but just when Flame was about to cross, some planks fell down, blocking the door. "F**k!" Flame cussed and made to push off the planks but the fire was too much She coughed as she looked around for an escape route but could see none. Will this really be the end for her?? Flame coughed even more as the smoke thickened more. She looked around the burning room and a smile escaped her lips If this was going to be the end for her then she'll be happy coz even if it was short, she got to experience what happiness feels like

"Truly?" She nodded. His lips found hers, tentative at first, then with growing hunger. His hand slipped beneath her dress as she moaned against his mouth. When they joined, she bit him, sharing visions of her feelings during the games. He moved with deliberate tenderness, their blood connection making each sensation more intense. As she trembled in his arms, he held her close, feeling her breath against his lips before trailing kisses downward. Finally, she relaxed against him, nestled in his embrace. They dozed off. Hunter heard the twig break under someone’s weight. He jumped up, startling Chloe. His hand on her mouth. Lifted her on his shoulder and bolted back to the camp.

Rico watched from a distance as the old warehouse stood engulfed in flames, the fire devouring the building piece by piece as thick smoke rose into the night sky. The deep orange glow reflected in his eyes while sparks drifted upward like dying stars. Several of his men stood silently behind him, celebrating as they shook each other's hands and shared a hug. The hunt that had consumed their lives for years was finally over, and the victory that followed felt overwhelming. Rico slipped both hands into his pockets and continued staring at the burning structure, breathing slowly, head deep in thought.

Last night, Lilia had drifted between sleep and wakefulness, trapped in a roaring inferno. The flames pressed around her, choking her with smoke. She struggled to escape, but her limbs refused to obey her commands. At last, she collapsed to the ground, the fire inching ever closer. She knew she was about to be consumed. In that moment, she felt nothing but despair. She truly believed she would die there. But just when she had accepted her fate, someone burst through the flames and swept her into his arms.

Jayce whispered, “And we burned.” BOOK ONE COMES TO AN END

Leah growled through her teeth. “I wonder what he will do to her.” Collin said, now looking at Hunter, “Jamie, I mean. He has probably killed her by now, right?” In the blink of an eye Hunter's wrists burst into flames, the ropes around his wrists disintegrated, and he had Collin by the throat. Collin wiggled under his grasp, like a fish out of water. Hunter dropped him just as quickly as he grabbed him, Collin collapsed unconscious on the ground.

Hopefully, she’s scattered him far enough that he can’t come back any time soon. Finally, Bella raises her arms and releases what’s left. A final stream of fire, a scream of agony—and then silence. She collapses. Jamal catches her just in time. They crumple together—sobbing, burned out, alive.

Once I am far enough away to not hurt anyone, I shift. The children look absolutely terrified, and I take a moment to aim my head at the sky and shoot fire, just to scare them a little more. It hits the mark, and I can see my main target’s knees buckle. I pick the girl up in my tail, and hold her up in front of my face like I did with the Alpha. Only this time, I have no intention of hurting her of course. I just want to, no, need to knock some sense into these kids that it is not OK to destroy lives like this.

"This one, of course. Why else would we be hanging around here? We're just checking to make sure there aren't any other deceased victims we haven't found yet." The busy firefighter glared at Derek before carrying on with his work. I saw the way Derek's expression clouded over. He slumped onto the floor. "How could it be Mrs. Ellis? How could she have died in a fire in her own house?" Hearing the words Derek mumbled to himself, I laughed self-deprecatingly. I thought it was ridiculous to die in a fire in my own house too. Alas, when that one-in-a-million occurrence ended up happening to me, apart from feeling sorrow over my death, I also felt resentment over James' betrayal.

His fingers twitch against the floor, scrabbling for something—control, power, anything. His eyes roll toward them, dark and fading, but still filled with venom. His lips move, sputtering blood with each word. “This… isn’t… the end…” But his voice falters, his breath catching, and slowly—finally—his eyes drift shut. His chest falls and doesn’t rise again. The rooftop falls into silence. The fire in the sky rains down in blackened ash, snowing over the survivors. The sirens below echo upward, mingling with the shouts of police flooding the building.