Hunger Games Glimmer Novels & Stories

Her name slipped from my lips before I even realised it. She didn't look up; she did nothing, but the glow coming from her grew stronger. It hurt to look at. I lifted my arm, shielding my eyes, but it was still too bright. Gold filled the courtyard, spilling over the stone, wrapping around the broken bodies and the blood like it was searching for every ruined thing Lumian had touched. The hybrids started shaking. Their fingers twitched. Their heads tilted. Low sounds slipped from their mouths, not words or growls; it was a sound like something trapped between pain and hunger.

The Tree hummed softly in response, and the golden fruit above her head glowed faintly, casting light that felt almost like his hand brushing her shoulder. --- The Memory Bloom When the third dawn broke, the valley stirred again. The snow began to melt, and from the spot where Kaenor’s fire had once burned, a small sprout pushed through the soil. It was golden at first, then silver, then both— a fusion of flame and light, fire and reflection. The Children gasped. “It’s another tree,” Mira whispered.

“Whatever happens, you’ve grown so much. You’re not the girl who lingered in the shadows anymore.” Hazel gave a faint smile, though it did little to ease the knot of fear in her stomach. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.” From the ridge above, a low, guttural rumble shook the earth. Hazel’s pulse quickened as twisted forms began to emerge: creatures of shadow and sinew, their eyes glowing with a malevolent green light. They slithered and prowled forward in unnerving synchronization, as if bound by Garrick’s will alone.

-----------Glimpse----------- The stillness of the penthouse felt just like some gilded cage pushing me down. I still could hear my mother’s rasping breaths in my head alongside seeing a hopeful smile on my brother’s face when I told him about tuition. Survival along with books in addition to breath that is what the money represented for me. Under a man who looked directly at me as though I were some poison wrapped up in pearls, I found myself still wrapped well in silk I’d never truly own.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

Mira moved through the wounded, her hands glowing, her voice steady. But the shadows were endless. For every one they cut down, two more rose to take its place. The light of the blade pushed them back, but it could not destroy them. They were not wolves, not soldiers, not anything that could be killed. They were hunger, fear, the darkness that had been waiting since before the first drew breath.

It would find a "Glitch." ​Through my binoculars, I saw her hand hover over the plate. She looked hesitant. For a split second, the "Ghost" mask slipped, and I saw the girl from Highgate—the one who was afraid of the dark, the one who just wanted to be loved. ​I reached out my hand into the empty air, my fingers tracing her silhouette from a hundred feet away. ​"You can do it, Elara," I whispered into the wind. "Show them why a Blackwood doesn't need a scent to rule."

They had their song back, not in the air, but in their blood. Elara held a fruit that was shaped like a swirling spiral. Her eyes were closed, a serene smile on her face. "It's the Glimmerfall," she whispered. "Not just the story of it, but the feeling. The tiredness. The hope. The joy of its change. It's all here."

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."

Using my magic while she was feeding from me accelerated A room of six shimmering lights, like candle flame. One of the six was flickering, growing weaker and weaker until only the wick smoldered. There was a seventh light in the room. Only it was cold, dark, and without heat. It was desperate, grasping for the light with everything it had, but it was destined to remain frozen. I pulled from those five shimmering lights, trying desperately to grasp some of that strength for my own before Ariana devoured it. I knew that Alec and Kade were among the five, but I was smothered in layers of agony that were too thick to peel back.