Hunger Games Characters Finnick Novels & Stories

Finn's POV (Special Chapter) I am the shadow to his sun. The echo to his roar. I am Finn Lancaster, the spare, the afterthought, the one who learned to move silently so as not to disturb the precious heir’s training. Ronan never had to learn silence. The world bent to make room for his voice.

I didn't play the part well. Finn stands, pulling a gun from his jacket, his grin wicked. “You’re so predictable, Nyx. You and that stupid waiter, passing signals like I wouldn’t notice? You’re just like Mason. You are too dumb, trusting and weak. I should thank you for making this easy though. I was wondering how to get to you and here you are, delivering yourself to me.” Finn declares with a grin. I glare at him, letting my expressions tell him that he is the person I hate the most in this world.

It was only the first one and already I struggled to come down from it. “Damn that’s a beautiful sight!” Finnick exclaimed, drawing my attention. “Never seen anything prettier than your face when you come, kitten.” He had scooted down to lean on his side, his pants pulled low around his hips, freeing his cock. He was staring at me while he stroked himself in long, lazy strokes. Pre-cum leaked from his throbbing tip and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to taste him. “Oh no, princess. you don’t get any of your holes filled right now.” Zayne reprimanded.

I stopped short when I noticed the room full of people. “Zoe?” Dillon and Zayne both said at the same time. Well at least my mate still remembered my name. After a crushing hug from my brother, he introduced me to both his mates. And damn! The boy hit the jackpot! Finnick was tall, blond and gorgeous with a million-watt smile. And Sarah was so beautiful and sweet. I knew we would be good friends. “Um, what’s going on in here?” I asked, once the introductions were over and I finally took in the serious faces scattered throughout the room.

He could not help but frown and ask, "Aren’t you Finnick Lanyon?" When Finnick heard this, he seemed to wake up in this moment of chaos. After that, he knelt on the ground with a thud, and he trembled as he said respectfully, "I am Finnick Lanyon... Lord! White Clothed Tiger King! Green-Eyed Wolf King!"

She doesn't ask the question to anyone in particular, but she knows there is only one of the three who will actually answer her. Finn, wearing a dark shirt, kept pace at her side, and he seemed to be the least intimidating of their little bunch. Ethan had a fiery anger that rolled off him even in his quietness. Finn was an image of innocence, even with the childish silence to match. His dark hair was so dark, he looked like the darker version of Jack Frost come to life. Vergel’s hair looked fiery red.

“I want to be here with you.” Finn knew she would say this. So he pulled her to the couch and made her sit down. Then he looked into her eyes. “I know, honey. I want you to be here with me too…” “Then let me,” she said. “I'll help you fight.” Finn rubbed the space between his brows. “I trust that you can help me fight, sweetheart,” he said, his voice softening. “But this is not a fight against Jeff or any other small mafia we know. These people are dangerous.”

Katniss Redwood might be a princess without a pack and raised like a rogue, but she really did look like a squirrel, stuffing her mouth until the food spilled out. Everyone was staring at her with a smile, and when she saw it, she put down the food, really flushed. - Don't worry about them. They've never seen someone so small eat so much, but I know you barely eat before, so please, eat until your belly's full. You have to get your physique healthy, because you're too skinny to have pups.

He simply opened his eyes, those shifting, liquid silver eyes—and looked at me like he’d lived a thousand lives and remembered each one. And then he reached for me. I pulled him into my arms, tears running freely down my cheeks. “I missed you,” I whispered. “Every second.” He didn’t respond. Just held me. Like he was the adult. Like *he* knew what I needed. Later, as he slept again—peacefully this time—I found Finnick on the roof of the longhouse, staring out toward the distant peaks. The mountains were trembling. He saw me approach and didn’t turn.

“But I was overthrown by my own twin brother, Fintan. He poisoned me and left me for dead in the woods. That’s how Adrian’s men found me, and how I ended up under your care. I’m no longer an Alpha in the eyes of my pack, but I will get my revenge. I’m going to take back what belongs to me.” I look at him, feeling overwhelmed. “But how do you even plan to do that?” Finn steps forward and stares at me with an intensity that makes my skin tingle. Finley is good looking in a different way. He has brown/red hair that covers his forehead, he’s tall and muscly, his face is hard and his crooked nose just adds to the touch of danger he possesses. He stretches his hand out toward me. After a second of