Hunger Games Cannons Novels & Stories

she hissed, closing her eyes as she clutched her chest. Caleb chuckled. “You alright?” “No! What the fuck was that?” she asked in a quiet voice. “Canon. 21-gun salute. They just said they’d be doing one.” “Caleb, I can’t hear or see a damn thing. I’m too short.” She pouted with this statement. He grinned and wrapped an arm around her. “Want me to put you on my shoulders?” “Sod off,” Rae grumbled, shoving him off, but he could see her lips twitching with a smile. “Are you telling me those canons are gonna go off 21 times?”

“They think Cross will bring them peace. He won’t. He’ll drown in the weight of their hope. And then they’ll beg for the monster they once hated.” Helia didn’t answer. She couldn’t. 9 – The First Shots Then it came — the sharp bark of rifles, the echo of boots against steel stairs. “CONTACT, LOWER LEVEL!” a soldier shouted. Floodlights flickered on. Gunfire erupted down the stairwells. Muzzle flashes lit the darkness like lightning in a canyon. Kane stood slowly, blade in one hand, revolver in the other. The last king of Garden City straightened his back and whispered to no one: “Let them come.”

* The pointed end of the sickle stops at the side of the upright cannon in front of Leila. "The interim municipal officer is here to vaccinate against rabies now.~ The Rabid" After gripping the underbody of the prisoner truck while carrying his weapon all this time, Idorund eventually placed his pillar cannon down to thwart Fowler’s killing move. *screech!..* The Airburst held onto the blocking AB cannon as Fowler thrust his sickle forward, causing an ear-piercing sound. "Airburst?!" Leila was surprised, and Fowler was no different.

She returned her hands to the front of her stomach when the gunman locked his eyes on her belly. The gunman licked his lips eagerly. “I know you hate me, darling. You don’t really wanna talk to me. But tell me, did my game feel real to you? I tried to put real-life situations in the game, like your son’s kidnapping and the death of your husband. I wanted to make an action-packed video game, like Halo, Assassin’s Creed, or Final Kill 3.” The gunman paused for a second, licking his lips and admiring his last sentence. “The crazy couple who broke into your vacation house and kidnapped your boy were drugged criminals who were holding your son for ransom. But in my video game, I made the kidnappe

How many people in the world could own a weapon like that? Seymour sneered, "Go to hell, you piece of trash." As he said that, the spiritual energy in Seymour's body started to move, and countless runes lit up around the armor. The cannon started to move. With a thunderous roar, the gun started firing, and the explosives tore through the air, hurtling toward Wilbur in a torrential barrage.

I said. " How are we going to get past all of them?" she asked. " we are going to need a distraction.......a very big one" I said then bring out the guns. I gave her a rifle and a pistol and some cartridge then brough out the bomb detonator. " would you like to do the honors?" I asked and she took the detonator from me and press it. Gbbooooooaaaaarrrrr, the warehouse exploaded along with whatever is in there.

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.”

The heavy wooden axles of the captured Southern transport carriages groaned under the weight of the massive brass components as our Sentinels hauled them through the iron gates of the Obsidian Hold. The frost-laden air of the courtyard was thick with tension, but the smell of burnt sulfur and hot oil from the shattered Sun-Cannons still clung to the fabric of my gown.

Defense +10%. [Option B (Perfect)]: Consume Armored Ballistic Steel x100, Precision Electronics x10, Fire Control Chip x1.] [— Unlocks a 25mm heavy chain cannon. Storage expands to 20 cubic meters. Defense increases to 200. Weight increases to 20 tons.] No contest. Jake picked B instantly. A 7.62mm machine gun might work against other players, but against zombies? It'd take multiple shots. He might as well just keep ramming them. And tougher monsters were definitely coming.

Their metal sides were reinforced with thick plates, and mounted on top of each one was a massive rotating weapon. Not crossbows. Cannons. Long silver barrels gleaming under the harsh lights. My breath left my lungs. “What… is that?” Darius stared in horror. “Silver artillery.” The wolves backed away instinctively. Even the Alphas hesitated. The hunter leader gestured toward the massive machines proudly. “You destroyed the first wave.” His eyes returned to me. “But these…” He tapped the side of one of the cannons. “…are for ending wars.” Adrian’s wolf growled so deeply the ground seemed to vibrate beneath him.