Hunger Games Cannons Novels & Stories

Arrows rained down, finding eyes, throats, hearts, but the things didn't stop, growing even fiercer by the minute. It was going to take a nuclear. One took five shafts through the skull before collapsing, its limbs still twitching toward the walls like a dying worm that had been sprayed with salt. "Fire cannons! Now! Steady⌨️, wait for the wind… now!" Dante's voice was barely recognizable, his vocal cords shredded by the shift as he repeated his command over and over again, the blast of gunpowder and canons making its own dirge. The world exploded in orange and heat as the first cannonball tore through the ranks. Chunks of rotting flesh splattered the courtyard below. A severed wolf head lan

"I can stand. I can kill." "Good." Jack pointed to the heavy assault cannon Marcus had carried out of the armory. It was a 'Hellfire' portable railgun, designed to take down tanks. "That thing still work?" "It has three shots left," Marcus checked the charge. "We only need one." Jack hit the button to lower the rear ramp. The wind roared into the cabin, a deafening gale that threatened to suck them all out. The ocean below was a churning cauldron of white foam.

In my last life, I single-handedly wiped out a rival gang, winning great honor for the Family. My mother handed me control of her private arsenal, worth hundreds of millions. Before I could even take inventory, the convent orphan my family had adopted quietly changed the codes, and handed the entire shipment to homeless men in slums controlled by our enemies. Staring down my gun, she crossed herself, her face full of pity. "God tells us to love the world, Alessia. Sitting on all those instruments of murder is a sin. I am only atoning for you." I scoffed, but one second before I pulled the trigger, my childhood friend, the Family's top killer, shot the gun from my hand and denounced me as blo

We grabbed everything our hands could touch. Alexander snagged two heavy, tactical pump-action shotguns and slapped bandoliers of red 12-gauge shells over his shoulder. Denzel grabbed three bolt-action hunting rifles and stuffed heavy boxes of high-caliber ammunition into his duffel bag. Vanya, Vanessa, and Jill frantically scooped up tactical knives, sidearms, and metal cans of military-grade fragmentation grenades from the lower shelves, stuffing them into their packs. "Back door! Out! Out!" Captain Julian commanded, his voice ringing with his old military authority despite his bandaged shoulder as he racked the slide of a sleek black pistol.

It roared down my arms like wild gasoline, shattering the second shadow-stone in a beautiful flash of light. The second engine died instantly. The loud roar of the platform vanished, replaced by the quiet sound of the river water lapping against the stone below. Up on the bridge deck, the bright blue spotlights on the toll booths blinked twice, then went completely dark. The automated shadow-cannons dropped their heavy iron barrels toward the turning into useless chunks of dead metal. "The cannons are down!" Jarek yelled, looking at his screen with a triumphant laugh. "The lanes are clear!"

"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." ― William S. Burroughs Mariennne's POV: Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head. These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud. Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show. I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

Rose charged toward her with a knife. I moved instantly. But before he could reach her, My mate grabbed a metal pipe and slammed it across Rose's face with terrifying force. Rose crashed to the ground unconscious. I stopped My warriors behind me stared in complete shock. Jessica turned slowly, breathing hard. Her eyes met my glowing ones. For a moment, silence filled the warehouse. Then she frowned. “What took you so long?"I blinked. One of the Rose warriors groaned from the floor. “She’s insane…” he whimpered. “She beat all of us…”

All we really have to do is push them against the cells and the prisoners kill them for us. I race through the entrance of the arena, coming out on the arena floor. Three of the four harpoon launchers are broken or in pieces, but one is still operational. As I watch, I see Tana flying over top of the arena rim, blowing her fire. The metal heats and turns red as the spectators scream from the heat of the stadium. Behind her, Kaylani is blowing ice onto the rim. They are going to alternate extreme hot and cold until the metal breaks.

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!”