Hunger Games Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

Seeing this, Finn's mind went blank, overwhelmed by the display of strength. Crash! The marble windowsill crumbled into powder, falling to the ground. Finn gasped, his eyes filled with fear. Kim Jong-tae's face remained calm as he looked at Finn, saying, "I may disdain small people like you, but I don't want to waste time either." His gaze first fell on Finn's wife, Maxine Daines, on the bed, implying that he would kill her if Kiran didn't come. Finn was furious and shouted, "Go back and tell Park Sung-nam that I no longer care about life and death. Kill me if you want!"

My mate, Ethan Rickman, is an Omega without a wolf. No official position is willing to hire him. That means we live in poverty, but I've always believed that our love can overcome anything. Seven years after our mating, hunger drives me and our son, Theo Rickman, to dig through trash bins late at night, looking for food. Theo moves quickly and quietly. He's become skilled at it. With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!"

“Yo, my bad. Forgot to bring you a rose or something.” Atlas didn’t care about his tone and just looked at him, already munching on an apple. “Naomi, aren’t you going to introduce us?” Naomi had been completely stunned by Finnick’s casual behavior when he came in. She only came back to her senses after Atlas reminded her. “Atlas, this is Finnick Doug, my friend—you met him before.” “Finnick, this is my husband, Atlas Knox.” One was introduced as the husband, the other as a friend—it was obvious Atlas was in a good mood. Finnick, on the other hand, glared at the man through clenched teeth. What a schemer.

The spy was caught in the archives at midnight. A young wolf named Finnian, barely seventeen, with sandy hair and a nervous smile that had always reminded Ela of a younger version of Kai. He had been part of the rebellion from the beginning. He had fought beside them in the battle against the Silencer. He had brought Ela tea when she was too exhausted to leave her room. He had asked her about Istanbul once, curious and earnest, wanting to know what the human world was like beyond the academy's walls. She had trusted him. She had liked him. And now he was kneeling in the center of the Council chamber, his hands bound with silver chains, his face pale and wet with tears.

"I said hot. You said crush. Fascinating." "Drop it." Objectively, I can’t deny that Noah Hunter is hot. Raven black hair, jade green eyes, long inky lashes, every muscle perfectly defined. He’s not bad if you’re into that kind of thing. Pity he’s such a dick. Finn’s smiling into his beer in a way that makes it clear he’s not dropping the subject for long. I change the subject before he thinks of more bullshit to torture me with. "You said you'd ask around about the people going missing out of town. What'd you turn up?"

The dining room feels too big this morning. The long wooden table stretches between us, its polished surface gleaming under the bright chandelier light. The cold air bites at my skin, but I barely notice. My hands curl around the edge of my chair, fingers digging into the wood. I should be eating. I should be focused. But all I can see is Finn. His body in the woods. The Ascendants' mark burned into his flesh. The words they carved into his skin— Fucking weak.

Ben spat the words through clenched teeth and staggered toward the wreckage. Cool saline flowed into my veins. I stared at the swaying IV line, my gaze growing icily cold. Thomas and Mandy, our accounts will be slowly settled.

“I need a horse for my…for Stella.” Aaron frowned slightly, seeming to give the apple more attention than normal. Then he held it back, running his hand down the muzzle of the brown horse and holding out her lead rope to me. “Tiffany. That's what she's called.” — The adrenaline from the sprint hummed beneath my skin, beads of sweat gathered at the back of my neck. I ran my hand against Olarya’s dark fine fur, stopping to scratch the back of her ears softly. Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat.

I whisper “Because I knew that you could never kill me. You became a monster and you still couldn’t.” “She might not, but I will.” Finn pulls his knife from his pocket and slams it into Sadie’s chest. Her deep blue eyes are wide as Finn smiles. “Did you really think I was going to let you, a pathetic, dirty human, get out of here alive?” He drags the blade down through her chest and into her stomach. Twisting it as he stared into her eyes. Sadie starts to cough and splutter. Large droplets of crimson spray from her mouth and over Finn, but he just smiles. Her eyes lock with mine.

Caleb had a dark expression on his face as he said, “God, my ass! Isn’t he simply failing to appreciate kindness when it is given to him?!” There was a young lad who was only fourteen to fifteen years old behind Caleb. He was Hugh’s biological brother, and his name was Finnick. At this time, he was dumbfounded as he said, “This… This is clearly what my classmate often refer to as the ‘King of all Bullsh*t’. Even if it means death, he has to continue being pretentious! He’s truly amazing!” Caleb smacked him on his head directly as he reprimanded him, “You pretend to be who you are not when you go to school every day, and you’re even attending the best Eton High, yet this is what you’re f*ckin