Hunger Games Cannon Novels & Stories

They’ve got fucking snipers coming after you, Cannon. There’s a warehouse in South side to lay low, Cannon. Every single time I was on the fucking run. “Good news is Flames went on a fucking murder rampage” And it concerned me how? Flames was always a loose cannon and that didn’t surprise me. He fucking loved killing more than he loved fucking. “I’m thrilled Flames’ doing what he loves best. Anything else I should know about?” I asked sarcastically assessing my surroundings. Getting comfortable wasn’t a privilege I could afford. From where I was standing one of those bounty hunters would have a clean shot to my head. One shot being from the pharmaceutical building by the side of the road.

The mechanical creature raised its right hand, which functioned as an electromagnetic energy cannon, aiming it directly at Bima's seasoning distillation flask. The barrel of the cannon began to pulse with a deep blue black light, ready to fire a shot that would destroy their final hope forever.

Eyes the colour of embers in a dying fire — that deep red that meant something had been burning for a very long time and wasn't done. He had looked at her. Straight through the vision, straight across whatever impossible distance separated their worlds, straight into her — with the flat, assessing focus of something that had never in its existence had to ask for permission. And then he had smiled. It was not a reassuring smile. ✦ ✦ ✦ Seren came back to herself with a gasp, dropping the candle stub. It hit the stone and went out. The room was suddenly, completely dark.

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

She only smiled wider. Mr. Yellow scrambled beside me, now wearing war goggles and dragging a mana rifle three times his size. “Okay. Okay. Scale of one to ‘we’re all going to die,’ how bad do you think this is?” “Ten,” I growled, charging another blast of storm magic. Carrotini, smudged with soot and sauce, wheeled up in a stolen soup pot like a war chariot. “Permission to trigger the cheese cannon?” “We have a cheese cannon?” I asked, dizzy from blood loss.

Clean. Brutal. Final. The man hit the ground hard enough that Mona felt it in her chest. For a second... Silence. Then the arena exploded. Cheers. Shouts. Money exchanging hands. Chaos. Kane stood over his opponent, chest rising and falling steadily, fists still clenched. And then— He looked up. Straight at her. Mona froze. Everything else faded. The noise. The people. Gone. It was just him. Just that look.

“They think Cross will bring them peace. He won’t. He’ll drown in the weight of their hope. And then they’ll beg for the monster they once hated.” Helia didn’t answer. She couldn’t. 9 – The First Shots Then it came — the sharp bark of rifles, the echo of boots against steel stairs. “CONTACT, LOWER LEVEL!” a soldier shouted. Floodlights flickered on. Gunfire erupted down the stairwells. Muzzle flashes lit the darkness like lightning in a canyon. Kane stood slowly, blade in one hand, revolver in the other. The last king of Garden City straightened his back and whispered to no one:

Another loud explosion sounded further down from me and I watched as this strong laser-type cannon take out a side of a mountain. My jaw dropped at seeing the power of this cannon. It was now or never because our own people and friends are no match for the laser cannons. I closed my eyes and summoned Rayna.

THE STANDOFF Cassandra stood frozen, her heart pounding in her ears as she stared down the barrel of Marcus's gun. She could feel the cold steel pressing against her chest, the weight of the moment bearing down on her like a ton of bricks. This was it - the moment she had always feared, the end that she had tried so hard to avoid. And yet, even as she faced her own mortality, she refused to cower or beg. She met Marcus's gaze head-on, her jaw set with defiance as she braced herself for the inevitable.

Anne screamed, seeing herself splattered with his blood, she covered her mouth while tears flowed from her eyes. Slowly, the beginner's body lost strength until it fell inertly to the muddy ground. Behind him, the impassive figure of Ciro Tonali appeared, covered in a thin layer of gunpowder that spread in the air. He glared at her as he approached with a languid step. None of Anne's muscles responded to her, neither did her legs, useless for running when she needed it most. The cold muzzle of the cannon rested on her forehead, and her husband was inches away.