Hunger Games Cannon Novels & Stories

"It’s a trick! They want you weak so they can finish us!" The hunters didn't wait for my answer. They were machines of bone and steel, their eyes glowing with a cold, violet light. The man in the black mask pointed a heavy silver cannon at us. "Kill the mother! Capture the seed!" he roared. A blast of violet energy tore through the air. I dived to the left, pulling Leo against my chest. The beam hit a glass bookshelf, sending a rain of sharp crystal shards across the floor. Rowan lunged at the nearest hunter, his claws tearing through its metal neck, but three more took its place. They were fast, moving with a mechanical precision that made my heart race.

Seth says mockingly, a smile across his face, "Didn't expect you'd come to us, maybe that's why you chose to do this. Noticing we're after you, you panicked and held one of our own up, but soon realized you were outnumbered, and here we are." "Is he the Cannibal?" Nixon asks. The Cannibal sighs, "How the hell'd you figure that out?" He shakes his head, "Well, I'm not the only one in my crew so remember that. There'll be more here so-" Hinata fires at the Cannibal's hand, causing him to flinch and reel back. Cannibal attempts to point the gun at Hinata but is shot in the leg by Nixon. The Cannibal falls to the ground, almost dropping his gun. Seth throws his mat over the Cannibal, running to

I hear Cannon's footsteps when he walks over to where I lay on the ground, I get turned around on my back while I try to breathe through the pain but black dots start to play in front of my eyes. "I'm here for this! What he is doing to her has begun!" he says and I try to fight it! If I feel this amount of pain what isn't she feeling? I feel the bond to her start to fade away slowly when Cannon place a bottle to my lips and pour some liquid down my throat.

His gray eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to die here… not like this.” My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice low but steady. --- Hours crawled by in oppressive silence. Then, the basement door creaked open. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Orin descended the stairs, each step slow, the sound echoing in the stale air. He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun.

Mara grinned, "it will block the focusing crystal. The gun will overheat and jam." "Brilliant," I said. "Make buckets of it." … Day 7 (The Night Before) The camp was silent. Tomorrow is the War Game. The refugees were cleaning their makeshift weapons: clubs, slingshots, smoke bombs, and jars of sticky paste. I sat by the small fire we allowed ourselves, looking at the map of the Arena Kaelen had smuggled to us. Ashren sat beside me, sharpening a wooden stake. "They're ready," Ashren said.

he said. * * * Giovani wiped his nose on the back of his hand and pulled himself to his feet. Cadence was crumpled on top of the bed nearby, her head bleeding, her eyes closed, and Gibbon was standing in the doorway of the cage. He didn’t know if he should run in fear or barter with his monster. He may have never seen The Hunger Games, but he had read Frankenstein. Giovani slunk back into the corner of the room, his gun in his hand, and waited to see what Gibbon would do.

The clash of steel and guttural growls echoed through the canyon, sending a chill down Hazel’s spine. “They’re coming,” Ewan said, his voice tight. Damon drew his sword, its blade gleaming under the pale moonlight. “Everyone to your positions!” Hazel stood beside him, her dagger in hand. Her heart raced as the first wave of enemies poured into the canyon, their twisted forms illuminated by the flickering torchlight. The traps worked seamlessly. Boulders crashed down from the cliffs, crushing the creatures as they charged forward. Arrows rained down from the ridges, piercing the enemies with deadly precision.

Was I too late? A sniper shell smashed the cannon apart, peppering my hull with electrified metal fragments. "Nice shot!" I shouted. "Aren't they all?" Alyx crowed. Kedrick moved in and took the Legion down, fully-loaded railguns pouring lead into the crippled mech's hull. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice to have teammates. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hoped that Jackson was okay. Not that I would say it to his face.

" He picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. We got a quick shower, got dressed, and headed down to the basement to the War Room. Everyone was there waiting for us. "Ophelia got all the defenses up and running, we just need to get ourselves ready", Jamison said. "Ok everyone let's get ready, we don't know how many are coming but we can take them together", Rainn said. In the armory they had weapons of every type imaginable, and everyone went for something specific. Rainn put on his gun belt and grabbed his broad sword, Liam pulled out a beautiful katana, Jamison grabbed a battle axe, Ophelia pulled down a trident, Mercer had a rapier, Elodie was swinging a custom kurigama with curved

I stared at the empty apartment, knowing this time, he might not come back for a long while. Slowly, I walked to the dining table and opened the cake box. I picked up a spoon and, expressionless, began eating the cold, forgotten cake bite by bite. The cream melted on my tongue with cloying sweetness. All I tasted was endless bitterness.