Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Clove

I kept my gaze on the cloak. The fabric was heavy enough for cold weather. A narrow embroidered border ran along the hem, dark thread worked into curling vines and small pointed flowers. Firebloom. Or something close to it. “Elder Mira saw a woman wearing a dark green cloak near the poisoned desserts,” I said. Velvera became still. Then offense filled her face. “So that is what this is.” “What?” “You think I attended the festival in disguise and poisoned Mary Ann.” “I did not say that.”

Clover stopped breathing. Elara stood several feet away. Her tiny body was surrounded by black mist. Her eyes, usually bright and innocent, were completely black. “Elara…” Clover’s voice broke. The little girl tilted her head. “Mommy.” Clover tried to run toward her. The chains around her legs tightened. “Let me go!” Kael attacked the chains again. Nothing happened. The Void laughed. “You still don’t understand.” Clover glared at it.

Clover’s tired voice dragged me back to the present. I looked around me. We were in the graveyard like I told my mate we would be. Clover was scared of graveyards. It was one place she had been chained to when she was kidnapped in the past. She swore she saw ghosts rise out of the graves at night so she never came here. I had ensured she never had reason to be in a graveyard but today, I brought her myself. We were right next to her grave even. I had it dug already. “You know I am scared of this place. If you are not going to kill me, then let’s leave here,” she said in a cool voice that betrayed her fear. “Valens –“

My eyes are glued shut thanks to the mixture of tears and chlorine so I don't know exactly who pulled me out but the faint jumble of voices tells me that I am still alive. I feel painful compressions on my chest and I turn over to cough out the water, throwing up in the process. I have never been more humiliated, the pool should have killed me when it had the chance. I force my eyes open and see Hestia breath a sigh of relief, tears of her own leaving streaks on her cheeks. She takes me into her arms, "My God, Violet, I'm so glad you're okay." "You're," My voice croaks, "You're glad I'm okay?"

Chapter 5 : Untold Secrets As Aqua stepped through the threshold of her home, the familiar scent of lavender and sage enveloped her, momentarily comforting her troubled mind. Yet, her respite was short-lived as she encountered her aunt Cleo's concerned gaze. "Aqua, where have you been? You skipped your classes today." Aunt Cleo's voice, laced with worry, echoed through the hallway. Aqua paused, her mind racing for a plausible explanation. "I... I needed some time alone," she confessed softly, her eyes avoiding her aunt's probing stare.

Hunger and bloodlust had driven me crazy and I didn't mind having a piece of meat but it wasn't something that I would share, not with these rouges. My eyes were locked, so was theirs. They longed to attack the doe. I felt the intensity and the rush of the adrenaline in my vein when my hunger made me jump in the action. I swung and landed like a sly fox on the ground, without making noise, I chased them. When the proximity closed, they saw me running behind them and growled at me.

- Demetria asked out loud, her tone was cold. - We are here, my Princess. - Claud replied, pointing to the bunch of bushes. - Where is the food? - Callista came closer, as there was no sign of any packages. Claud kneeled on the ground as if he was looking for something. - There it is! - He whispered triumphantly and pulled the string sticking between two small rocks. Demetria gasped when she noticed a flap perfectly camouflaged with dirt and stones. It led to the cavity, where the boxes filled with food were stored nicely.

Mira panted as she pointed at an almost frozen Siren. Clove turned around and faced her, "I will make this fast, but mark my words, in your next life, I will find you and make you suffer greatly," She said in a promising tone that left no room for hesitation. As she crossed her arms above her head and dropped them, Sirens' head exploded. Blood, brains and her skull spewed across the meadow, infecting it with her dire scent. "That was quite satisfying," Clove said after she exhaled deeply.

I didn’t want pity from the Rogue Alpha or anyone else. “Well, well.” I turned and found Clover standing at the top of the stairs, her expression somewhere between smug and pleased. She must have been listening or waiting for this exact moment. “The Rogue Alpha,” she said, descending the stairs with slow, deliberate steps. “Father really outdid himself this time. Not a loving mate or a respected Alpha, but a feared rogue no decent woman would choose willingly.” She expected me to feel ashamed or defensive. I could see it in the way she smiled, waiting for me to crumble.

Thanks dad. Chloe’s dress was impossible to ignore, crimson red, low-cut back, her hair pinned up but a few strands loose, framing her face. Brian forced himself to look away, though it took effort. The gym looked deserted, but a massive vampire swung the door open for them. Behind the curtains, a hidden hallway buzzed with chatter. Fighters stood by the doors, some inside, waiting their turn. Chloe moved past them, her eyes locking with Hunter’s. He grinned, and she couldn’t help but smile back.