Hunger Games Cannon Novels & Stories

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

A scream echoes in the silence, the scream of the beginning of the clash. I manage to kill, with all the pain, seven vampires and two werewolves. I’m about to kill the third one when one of them grabs me from behind and sends me flying for a couple of meters. The blow takes my breath away and, in the distance, I hear laughter. “Hahahaha! Finally, your time has come...Alpha damn...” “Frank!” I said with my surprised eyes that I see that he loads a huge cannon on his shoulders. “This cannon was made from silver from the dark cave and dipped in the poisonous blood of a hundred vampires...one shot and you will die!”

I hate the Bullet. Can't I have a moment of peace without snipers aiming to kill me every other minute of my day? The canon she is holding is one I am familiar with. This is designed to create large explosions and is used for more precise targeting. Is today written for me to die with all my loved ones along with me? Why is everything working against me? I watch her as she cocks the cannon. FUCK…. FUCK…... It is true. She wants me dead. My mind registers that when she fires, I will not be the only target she wants dead. This will cause grave damage to everyone here. Including my uncle and Keirah.

Gently, Cannon then patted the top of Rae's head and said, “I know. I just feel that you are quite stinky.” "What do you mean?" Rae said annoyed while narrowing her eyes. “Well, you were unconscious for three days, baby,” Cannon said, “I guess those Warriors hit your point of consciousness too hard,” “…” "But you take it easy. I've taken care of them all,” said Cannon while showing a movement as if slicing his own throat. Rae sighed and said, “You killed them?” "No," said Cannon, "death is too easy for them." Cannon's next words made Rae speechless. It seemed this Alpha was completely obsessed with her — Rae thought.

“I have your mark, I’m carrying your baby, if you try…you can love me. Jeo, you barely touch me anymore, you haven’t kissed me, haven’t hugged me…I feel abandoned. Stop this now, please.” Jeo’s eyes twitched as she stopped in front of him, resting her forehead against his chest. “I’m wrong, forgive me just this once…please.” “No…” Jeo stepped back, pushing her from against him. “Stop acting like a saint, stop pretendi~” Jeo looked at the door when someone banged it loudly; Cannon, it was his scent. “Come in.” The door slammed open, and Cannon rushed inside, breathing hard. “The farm…it is being burnt down.”

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

She gasps with her eyes open looking for the enemy in depression. "Aham," Mr. Hogger applauds himself when he sees The Hunter and his men running towards the scene. "Didn't their parents teach them not to steal someone else's food," he pulls out a minigun, stands up, and puts a cigar in his mouth.

And, I am ready to go. "What the heck are those, and where do you think you are going, Mia?" My inquisitive boss asked with his curious face as he stares weirdly at me and the things that I have with me. "I am going to war, Mr. Einar. Katniss Everdeen needs help. And, I would love to give her these weapons. Welcome to the Hunger Games, sir. Now, would you please stay here with our liferaft and guard it with your life? And, be sure to ensure your safety and well-being." I answered while I make my bow ready and placed it on my back, and I have my sword in my right hold. Well, I just need one or two arrows, but one of them is with a twenty-foot string attached, so it would come back to me after

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.