Hunger Games: Catching Fire Cornucopia Novels & Stories

Then they turned, gesturing toward the fire. “Bring them. But keep your hands where I can see them.” Like I had the strength to reach for a weapon anyway. --- The Camp The fire hit like a fist to the chest. Not the heat—I barely felt that through the bone-deep ache—but the smell. Smoke, charred meat, something savory simmering in a battered pot. My stomach clenched tight, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since before the ridge. Kaia lowered Isabella carefully onto a bedroll the soldiers spread out near the fire. I knelt down with the kid, cradling them into the warmth. Their small body shivered against me, but at least their breathing deepened, no longer that fragile rasp.

"Liz and her friend are still in the house." I do not hesitate and run in the direction where the elderly woman is pointing. I plow through the burning door of the house, and the flames part, giving me a path. I follow the sound of the coughs and screams, and the fire makes a path through the house. Finally, I see two blonde heads huddled together in the corner of the kitchen. "Luna," Liz screams as she runs to my side, but the other little girl is too scared to move.

--- The Firestarter Fiona and Darwin were deep in strategy when the explosion ripped through the building. A deafening roar. Glass shattering. Flames erupting. The force sent Fiona flying backward. Heat rushed over her skin, smoke billowing instantly. Her ears rang, the world tilting sideways as she gasped for breath. Darwin was already moving. He grabbed her, yanking her down behind the overturned coffee table as debris rained around them. Thalassa’s voice crackled over the comms, panicked. “Fiona! Darwin! What the hell just happened?!”

The scorching heat pressed against my skin, a reminder of the relentless destruction that raged around me. Amid the fiery chaos, I caught a glimpse of Kimora, her figure illuminated by the flames. She moved with purpose, her eyes locked on mine, a mixture of determination and sorrow in her gaze. But before I could reach her, the flames seemed to engulf her, the fire swallowing her form until she was lost to the inferno. "No!" I screamed, my voice breaking with anguish as I reached out futilely towards her. The ground beneath me trembled, and I stumbled, my movements sluggish as if the very air was resisting my attempts to escape.

Crying, I said, “No! Little Sophia, you come with us too!” Lucas held my hand tightly. “Sophia, we have to go. Her system is overloaded now. She is sacrificing herself for us.” Lucas lifted me in his arms. Breaking through the roof of the bunker, we flew toward the sky again. Looking down, I saw a massive blue explosion swallow the entire mountain. Aunt, all of Edward’s laboratory data, and little Sophia—everything disappeared under the fire. We floated high in the gentle light of dawn. Lucas brought me down onto the shore of a calm sea.

"You didn't burn a single leaf. She walked over to a fallen cornstalk the one that had crashed on the roof. She touched its broken stem. "Poor thing," she whispered. "You fought good." She looked at Leo. "You see? Death isn't the end here. It's just lunch." The door of the farmhouse creaked open. The Gray Children walked out. They weren't looking at the sky anymore. They were looking at the corn. The little girl the one who had touched Leo walked up to a cornstalk that had a locust

Given the moon was not there to lend us strength, we were little more than that’. She rips off a stem of a jerokill, and tosses it over her shoulder at the fire. It crackles with hunger as it gobbles it up. ‘When it was over…when the fire had settled and the ashes had abated, I found them. They were in each other’s arms….lanced through’. ‘I found her…mother in the hut…she had her arms around Cyran…’ I force the memory down and it is replaced by another; a man clutching a little girl in a last hug of comfort, a spear protruding from their backs.

Her POV I was running out of food when we heard the shouting. A horn blew in the distance and I knew the camp was under attack. I closed my eyes and just listened to my salvation. The sound of battle rang around me and nothing had ever sounded so beautiful. Men were screaming and dying, horns were blasting and chaos was all around us. I couldn’t help the single tear that slid down my face, the distraction I so desperately craved had arrived. Sir Duggar was cussing and frantically running around the room attaching armor and weapons to his body.

“A minute later, everything went dark. The Iron Claw didn't come in with trucks; they dropped from the sky. They knew exactly where the Alpha’s quarters were. They had a digital map that shouldn't have existed.” “I ran toward the center of the camp. I saw Cane screaming for Nara. The sanctuary was already in flames. I saw the cabin where Nara had run back to... and then it collapsed. A direct hit form the sky. Cane tried to dive into the inferno, his skin was blistering, his hair singed. Vane and I had to physically tackle him, dragging him away as the roof caved in." Jax turned to me, his eyes wide and haunted.

People rushed out of their burning huts. The last of the fire scorpions escaped my chest and into the skies, and the sounds of mayhem slammed into my eardrums. Screams and shouts mingled with the snap and crackle of the fires. Rising up onto my elbows, I glanced down at my chest. The cavity had closed up, leaving my skin pristine. I stumbled to my feet and groaned. By now, the mess hall’s roof was an inferno, spreading down to the long tables and chairs. My throat tightened. At this rate, they would burn down the entire village.