Hunger Games Cannon Novels & Stories

The face of the cannon fodder. Panic, cold and sharp, shot through me like a lightning bolt. I scrambled off the sofa, my legs nearly giving out. I was wearing a silk shirt that probably cost more than my entire apartment building. My hands flew to my neck, my heart hammering against my ribs. No bite mark. Not yet. But the delicate skin of my scent gland was smooth and unblemished, a terrifying blank slate. "No. No, no, no, no," I chanted, my voice a high-pitched wheeze. "This is not happening. I'm in a coma. I've got brain damage. This is a hallucination brought on by instant noodles and regret."

I shout at him, seeing that Damian isn't close enough. "5... 4... 3... 2..." Hunter counts down into the headset. "1..." Hunter calls out. "EVERYONE NOW!" I scream out as I push the button to disarm all of the bombs. I hear a massive eruption take place in the city. I stand up from my chair and run to the window that looks over towards Stone Enterprises. My heart falters as I see the building fall, sending a massive plummet of debris throughout the surrounding blocks. I freeze in place.

He has to think. The facts: Cane can’t detect the cameras, hence the request for IT. He’ll be fired if he doesn’t come up with at least one. Which means he can leave some. “Well, have you found any?” Cane asked impatiently. “None yet,” Parker murmured. “What?!” Cane asked irritatingly. “None yet, Mr. Cane,” Parker ground out. “Still looking.” “Hurry up! I have a meeting in a few minutes,” Cane said.

But my mate was an excellent fighter stronger than most alpha males. One thing I learned during those times, is that you never fuck with a mother and her pup because they will leave a path full of blood and no remorse.” I said remembering, seeing my mate walk casually back to the pack house after me and my warriors had been looking for her for weeks after Urrale had her kidnapped. She was covered in blood with my son still growing in her belly. I thought that she was hurt, but she waved me off saying the blood wasn’t hers. “Damn, that is crazy, no wonder you are so determined to get your grand pups out of here. Cannon said just as we heard the guards coming to deliver our dinner. Cannon got

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Kendra's POV I don't know how long it's been since Ryker took me. I haven't seen much of him just his stupid henchmen. They bring me food and water but I hardly touch it. I drink the water to keep me hydrated but I refuse to eat anything because I am afraid that it may be drugged. The door opened and Hunter stood in the doorway. "I see you haven't eaten again. Look, Kendra, I know that you don't trust us but you have to eat." I just looked at him then looked away. He picked up the tray of food and walked back to the door. "Fine have it your way. I'm sure Ryker will be thrilled to know that you are refusing to eat." He closed the door behind him and I just curled up into a ball the best I cou

Xavier tried to push away, but just then Lucy fired the bullet. I closed my ears as a result of the loud bang, but when I opened it, it was not a pretty sight. Oh my God, no!

It seems even an old dog can learn new tricks. I had been trying to spot anyone out the front windows when I heard him shouting. “Oh, SHIT! GET DOWN!!” The Hunter called from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” I questioned, starting to head to the back of the house, but it was too late. I could smell the burning gasoline and hear the clanging sound of something bouncing down the chimney. Fuck! I couldn’t move fast enough as the grenade landed, blasting me back into a wall. Someone is going to pay for that. “THAT MOTHER FUCKER!” I cursed, coughing as I shoved debris away.