Hunger Games Cannon Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 149: THE FINAL INVOICE The automatic cannon’s capacitor didn’t just whine; it screamed a high, synthetic C-sharp that rattled the fillings in my teeth and turned the puddles of liquid glass into a spitting frenzy of white-hot needles. The air between the muzzle and my forehead was visibly distorting, bending the purple glare of the Lagos sky into a tight, warped lens of pure atmospheric pressure.

The news article was titled “Animal attack or mass murder?” When Carmine saw the pictures the news crew had captured, he calmly connected a USB cable to his phone and sent it to the projector on the ceiling. It displayed the images on the screen, and many gasped at the scene, including Ventura. His finger went under his necktie, and he nervously pulled it away from his throat. Curious.

Lena tells me and I shake my head and turn back toward Xavier and Tyler, and say, “They are both lying to us.” “We know they are lying but we can’t find the Alpha to prove it.” Tyler tells me and I turn back toward Dane and ask, “Where is your father?” “How the hell should I know where he is.” Dane says to me and I step closer to him. “Dane, I am not in the mood to play your games. You see I have had a really bad last couple of months and now my husband is dead and I may lose control at any time now and I don’t think you want that to happen now, do you.” I said as I let my teeth elongate so he can see them. I hadn’t fed in a few days and I could feel the burning in the back of my throat tell

Vane said, while he stepped back and held a long fuse cord in his hand. "Do it now, and make sure you don't miss, because I want to see that girl burn for what she’s done to my army," I shouted, and I leaned forward in my saddle to watch the show while Garrow turned his head away because he couldn't stand to see his brothers-in-arms get vaporized. There was a deafening roar as the cannon fired, and a blinding beam of golden light shot across the battlefield like a fallen star, cutting through the darkness and heading straight for the spot where the Huntress was standing.

The air was thick with the scent of burning flesh and steel. She was back. Back in the cavern. Back where she belonged. Her gaze snapped to the battle still raging. Cassian was covered in blood—some his, most not—as he whirled through the creatures, his twin daggers flashing in the flickering Riftfire light. Ronan was barely holding his ground, his broad frame tensed, his sword gleaming with fresh carnage. But the creatures kept coming, their howls piercing, their jagged forms relentless. Lena didn’t think.

Susanna ran hard all day, stopping when she needed to take a quick break. She would gulp water and chew some jerky, swallowing it all down quickly. It was enough to energize her and keep her moving. She was determined to make camp on the other side of the canyon with a view of where she hoped Seth, Logan, and Nate had descended. Their descent would take a few hours, the rocks were sharp. With any luck, they would stop to investigate the smells as they went. Susanna was hopeful they would still be there by the time she made it to the other side of the canyon. She willed the plan to work.

Osprey I stared down at her as I carried her to her house. She was going to be the death of me, and right now, after our dinner, I was going to willingly walk into the lion’s den covered in barbeque sauce and lay down in front of the damned lion. “Bon appetit. I taste fucking delicious,” I mumbled under my breath.

I repeat, my teeth clenched as I notice Hunter's grip on the gun tightens. "Of course, sir." She comments, running out of the room. With each moment ticking by, the Reaper's patience seems to diminish. Hunter cocks the gun, getting ready to shoot me. "I'm not a patient man, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger. I close my eyes instinctively, anticipating feeling a bullet pass through me. When I don't I slowly open one eye, wondering why I'm not screaming out in pain. "Do you like to play games?" Hunter asks, his face void of emotion.

" Everyone fell silent. It was one thing to face the enemy in battle, but killing entire villages and then starving the survivors was just unimaginably cruel. Shieena turned to Nio with tears in her eyes and said: "Do you know what this means Nio?" Nio smiled gently and replied: “Yes, little one, I know what it means. It means it was really good that I killed those people in Malfer, and it's even better that you're such a good cook. " Lara and Ia didn't understand, but Jon grinned from ear to ear.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.