Hunger Games Glimmer Novels & Stories

Eyes the colour of embers in a dying fire — that deep red that meant something had been burning for a very long time and wasn't done. He had looked at her. Straight through the vision, straight across whatever impossible distance separated their worlds, straight into her — with the flat, assessing focus of something that had never in its existence had to ask for permission. And then he had smiled. It was not a reassuring smile. ✦ ✦ ✦ Seren came back to herself with a gasp, dropping the candle stub. It hit the stone and went out. The room was suddenly, completely dark.

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.

“They’re glowing.” I looked at Helga, my pulse pounding. “What?” “Your eyes!” She spoke in a terrified whisper. “They’re golden! They’re — they’re glowing!” She nodded quickly and handed me a broken mirror. I hesitated before I took it, my hands were trembling. When I finally looked at the reflection, I gasped. My eyes… They were glowing. A deep, shimmering gold like nothing I had ever seen in my life. The light seemed to dance and flicker within the glass like there was a fire trapped behind it.

Even though he is upset with me, a smile appears on his face, “I love you too, Lilly.” I open the bookcase as quietly as possible. Knowing that I cannot be heard, the consequences could be awful. It is so dark it's hard to see. Then all of a sudden, I can see a golden glow, shocked when I realize it's coming from me. My eyes are glowing. Once blinded by the dark, but now I can see everything. I can still feel discomfort from Landon, but they must be letting him rest to heal a little. Before they begin to torture him even more.

Sunlight pierced the clouds, shining on the snowman Emma had built last night. It wore Gordon's old scarf, its button eyes gleaming with a joyful sparkle. The End

His deep eyes caught mine the moment he stood up to introduce himself in class. He got stuck with a desk in the back corner. On his way there, he tripped at least seven times. One evening, as I got to school, I saw a bunch of kids rushing toward the alley out back. Lucy Thompson, my classmate, out of breath, stopped me and said, "Isabella, they're saying the new guy is getting the tar beaten out of him in the alley. Let's go check it out." She pulled me along to the alley, and right as we got there, I heard someone shout, "You think you can steal my girl, you bastard?"

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

I had no right to intrude. We moved forward slowly toward the central platform. The closer we got to the Voidglass, the stronger the hunger became. It wasn't just stirring now, it was reaching, straining toward those glowing objects like something starving. My chest burned and my vision blurred at the edges. I had to stop walking to keep myself from doubling over. "Sylari?" Lirael's voice was sharp with concern. "I'm okay." But I wasn't. The hunger was so loud in my head that I could barely think. "Just give me a second."

created by the dying Spire’s heat-bleed to launch themselves into the upper atmosphere. "We divide the memory," Audrey told the assembled captains in the darkened Forge-Hall. "Each glider carries a piece of the 'Memory-Archive' and a dozen 'Silver-Eyed' children. We don't land in the Sea of Glass. We land in the 'Atmospheric-Dead-Zones'—the high-altitude plateaus where the golden mist can't breathe."

*LET ME CARRY IT. Another person accepted. Then another. Then thousands more. Shimmering golden marks bloomed across the wrists of humanity like a spreading plague of artificial peace. The global network began to flicker, its vibrant, chaotic light dimming as the concept of Hope itself started to bleed out. Luca felt the shift immediately, a heavy, suffocating pressure clamping down on the ancient spark within his chest. "What is happening?" The End stepped forward, its dark form undulating against the dying cosmos. THE HUNGER IS FEEDING.