Hunger Games Cannons Novels & Stories

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I'm scared, what if he comes back and takes me back to--to that-- hell! "Inka!" I looked up and saw Wayne running back to me, I raised my hand up and tried to stand again when a sudden explosion occured behind him. Suddenly the door to the main door burst open and the panicking crowd went out, running away from the place. Gunshots had errupted and the continues kick and pushed of people welcomed me. I raised my arms as I tried to block them, my dress teared up revealing my small gun and knives that was on my thigh.

Chapter 45 “Get the portable cannons! Now!” Freemont yelled back at his men. The fighting had temporarily stopped, as both sides stared back at the fearful sight before them. The Succubino army were trembling at the sight of that dreadful Graguantular. Nerma and four other members of the GDTF quickly rushed forward, with the portable shoulder cannons resting on their shoulders. Nerma let go of the first three series of rounds followed by his counterparts. The level four missiles hit the giant creature square on the abdomen and neck and exploded creating a blinding series of lights.

The beast opened its secondary jaw Kent saw with his own eyes a massive throat waiting to swallow the ship and everyone into its belly. "If you are hungry then... How about THIS!" Kent shouted. He turned around aiming the Howling cannons at the center of the beast's jaw as his guns roared out firing several powerful railgun salvos into the beast's mouth. The explosion was enough to rattle the beast but not enough to shake its sights upon the ship. Time was running out for him and the people on the ship leaving him with no other choice but to use one of the hidden functions of the Howling cannons. The cannons separated themselves from his waist combining into a massive twin-barrelled cannon c

The ones in the lead were Undead Joey and Dallas. Undead Joey was in a long, black robe. He wore an eyepatch like a pirate and carried a small medical box made out of ebony behind his back. The box was his innate weapon. Next to him was a ferocious thug-like man with half of his shoulder exposed. It was Dallas, the Supernatural Cannon. He had two huge machetes behind his back, and he was wearing a hat made out of a mountain goat. Dallas was known as the Supernatural Cannon because of his unique ability. To describe it coarsely, it was farting. It was a move that was well-hated by everyone, and it was below everyone's dignity to point out his despicable technique.

Alexander dove for it. Sliding across the concrete. He caught it inches before another mercenary reached it. Adrian cursed. “Kill them!” Gunfire erupted. The warehouse became a battlefield. Bullets tore through steel beams. Glass exploded. Smoke filled the air. Helena drew twin pistols with impossible speed. Three mercenaries fell before anyone realized she had fired. Vivienne fought beside her. Alexander tossed the detonator toward Lucien. “Catch!” Lucien grabbed it. Without hesitation… He crushed it beneath his boot.

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.

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.

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.

Fright hovers over their faces, they could swear they didn't know they deliberately dug their graves with their hands, thinking it was the best. Cannon raised his head back to the two, eyes blood-red in anger and bloodthirst. They both gulp down nervously. The black gun stares at him, then the gun in his hands. It was worthless shutting, but he didn't mind as he quickly gives orders to his minions who started shutting non-stop. Veins popped out of Cannon's face, he was so sought of them and wanted to end their miserable lives now, but then, he thought it wise to make them suffer.