Hunger Games Claudius Templesmith Novels & Stories

Clayton waved his hand frustratedly and said, “That’s enough. I agreed to come out of respect for my master, yet it is the greatest indignity of my life. And to sit at the VIP table? Isn’t that an even greater insult?” Clayton’s words left Qadirre and Ylva noticeably uncomfortable. There were countless temples above the Thirty-Third Heavens, housing numerous formidable powerhouses. However, the Celestium Temple was an exceptional existence. It was amongst the mightiest in Zymurgy. Initially, they had hopes that Clayton’s attendance would elevate their prestige. However, their expectations were met with disappointment. Even worse, Clayton thoroughly humiliated them. James was amused to see th

~. VELIA.~ "I bring this meeting to a close." I said leaving the council hall with my maids trailing behind. "Your Highness, today is the Grand Finale of the Hunger Games, would you like to watch it?" one of my maids asked and I nodded, handing her the documents I was holding. "Yes, so please prepare a seat for me at the projection site." She nodded, walking away with the other maids. Today had just begun and I was already exhausted, as I walked through the hallway I spotted a blonde-haired male with green streaks talking to the council members.

Clara had become more beautiful in the last four years, she had refused to tell me the outcome of her last encounter with the man in the forest, but I knew that one day, I would hear the end of the story. “What's that?” I asked pulling closer to her. Clara repeated my motion and pulled closer to me. "There have been rumors, Lily." She began. “What rumors?” I asked. “Smithson has been challenging Marcus's seat more than usual and he keeps using you to puncture his old wounds,” Clara replied. “And what has he said about that?” I asked. I could not believe that after all these years Marcus was still holding onto me. “Marcus called for a contest of beasts, the winner will take the rightful seat

"I've got this idea for a memorial—a kind of farewell burn ceremony. We’ll make sure to honor all your brave soldiers who made the ultimate sacrifice. My brother is staying here in Greece for good. Hopefully, his pack can begin anew and thrive. I've got you covered. Take your time and rebuild whenever you're ready." "I'm a bit confused," I said, struggling to make sense of the situation. "So, you're just going to accept his death without any evidence?" My voice cracked, and I yelled out in frustration, my words echoing through the hall. Claudius stared back at me, his expression remaining cool and detached, as if my emotional outburst didn’t faze him at all.

"What can I do for you Mr. Banscroft?" "You must be the temp assigned to take over for Mrs. Babbit for the next few weeks." His deep voice sent another involuntary shiver down Skylar's spine. Skylar cleared her throat, "Yes sir. My name is Skylar Lindse." He studied her for a moment and Skylar's stomach tightened. Dammit he was attractive.

Artemis ate with the same quiet focus, and for a moment, Claudine saw a flicker of something in her eyes, a slight softening as she tasted the stew. It was barely there, but Claudine noticed it. Even the silent assassin enjoys a good home-cooked meal, she thought. She’s more human than she lets on. Dinner was strange. Country music played softly. Claudine ate in silence for a while, Hades watching her, his dark eyes often unreadable. He ate slowly, enjoying the food, a satisfied hum sometimes rumbling in his chest. “This is... excellent, baby girl,” Hades said, his voice a low rumble. “Truly. Far better than any Italian chef. You have... hidden talents. Who knew you could be so... domestic.”

The remaining few were terrified, and their legs trembled uncontrollably. “How can this be?” “How could such an expert among the indigenous appear?” “Isn’t this the Wasteland? This is cheating...” Poof! Another man was decapitated. There were two people left. One man was scared witless and ran madly out of the temple, so Alex teleported directly to chase after him. Meanwhile, the last man looked hideous. He did not run outside but stared at Claudia and the true martial protector. Swoosh! He rushed toward Claudia, attempting to hold that woman hostage for a chance of survival.

He wasn't aiming for the men; he was aiming for the halon gas canisters in the ceiling. *Clang.* The gas hissed out in a freezing cloud, turning the room into a white-out. The Cleaners’ thermal goggles flared, blinded by the sudden temperature drop. Alessandro didn't use his gun. He moved through the fog like the ghost the Librarian called him, his blade finding the gaps in their armor. It wasn't a fight; it was a harvest. Thirty seconds later, the room was silent again, save for the hiss of the gas.

Sybil Park “I’m hungry, Vishton!” Cladius interrupted Vishton. “So now, let’s go to my hut and eat!” He ran away, and so did Vishton. While they were running away, I was left behind, so Cladius yelled at me, "hey! Hurry up, Sybil! The one who’ll be last to enter the hut will treat the squad a delicious ramen!” I had no choice but to run. I don’t want to treat these two boys especially when I had no money with me!

Upon Jayce's death, he commanded his remaining presbyters to kill any member of the Holy Temple in sight. "Two filthy scum," sniggered Claude vilely, "This is what you get for thinking of doing harm to citizens of the Sun God!" Clap! Clap! The raspy clap of hands came from behind. He turned and saw it was Chu Xun. "Impressive display, Master Claude." Claude beamed broadly but then he saw something which made his smile froze. "What the... You?!" Claude turned flustered seeing what Chu Xun was playing with like a toy: the meteorite ore manacles.