Hunger Games Glimmer Book Novels & Stories

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

And then a voice whispered—not aloud, not in the air, but in their minds. The seed is planted. Water it with fear. Gloria’s hands trembled. Just once. Patricia didn’t blink. Elara smiled like someone who’d already seen the ending. Then the chamber fell still. The flames died. The seed of their plan—and something far darker—had begun to bloom.

"How can I help you Zia?" "Want to show him my new Elixer. But it can wait till later. I also finished the little tribute for the competition." Zia then passed a pouch over to her. "The ingredients you gave me worked fine. Here is the portion for you to offer. Oh, he finished already?" Bright light finished around Ren's body. His hair took on a luster of dark purple with blood red tips. His eyes turned a darker silver as he blinked. An intent of malice passed before it receded.

The girl was afraid on what she was seeing and wanted to scream for help because of the horrific sight before her, when she heard the word "RUN". from Kim who struggled on the floor panting and growling like she was about to pounce on her anytime soon, the girl quickly dashed out in a flash without waiting for Kim to finish her statement due to fear when she saw Kim glowing different eye colours. On Kim side, she was thirsty for blood and she sense the girl was human even when she tried suppressing her hunger telling the girl to run cuz if the girl would have hasitated that minutes, she would have sucked her dry.

"But... You're doing it wrong now." I look away from Ishtar and look at my wrist and feel it stop pulsing. I know that Soren's has stopped too, and the glow has begun to diminish while I hear very low whispers that have disappeared along with the glow. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

He winked at Mara, his boulder pendant catching the light, the firelight casting a golden glow on his face, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Lila sat on a fur near the table, her chestnut hair tied back, strands catching the sunlight, her hazel eyes bright with focus, her tunic a soft gray embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, her leather journal resting in her lap, her skin lightly flushed, the firelight dancing on her face, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Spark, her wolf, lounged beside her, her golden fur shimmering in the firelight, her amber eyes reflecting the flames, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared connection

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."

The world had gone quiet, but in a terrible way. The sirens, the shouts from the burning library they felt far away. The only sound that mattered now was the hum. A low, soft buzzing that came from Lucas himself. It vibrated in Elena’s teeth, in the bones of her hand where she held his. In the flickering light of the emergency vehicles, she could see it a faint, golden light pulsing under the skin of his throat, like a firefly trapped just beneath the surface. This wasn’t her Lucas. This was something the Glass House had left behind.

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV "It never fails to amaze me how far Xavier would go for you," Gloria said as she turned the next page of the ancient book in her hands. She yawned, then looked at me and propped up her chin. Boredom floated in the library lower level’s air for the last fifteen minutes. To tell you the truth, I had almost forgotten what I was looking for amongst all these musty-smelling old pages. Still I could get ahold of myself and continued to comb through each paragraph with hope in my grasp.

“An exhausting treasure hunt if you ask me.” “Okay, if I can read the book here. I wonder…” Gemma moved the book from the little alcove and replaced it with the mirror. “I think we’re playing with fire, Gemma. That, I don’t think that’s a good thing to do. I’m getting a terrible feeling about it.” When the light struck the mirror, it flooded the centre of the floor. Blinding them for several moments. It was like an explosion of light while accustomed to total darkness. Both women cried out in surprise and pain. They shielded their eyes.