Hunger Games Glimmer Novels & Stories

"How do you know what the glow means?" "Because mine does the same thing." Grace held up her own hand. Let it glow softly. "When I'm scared, I glow. When I'm angry, I crackle. When I'm happy, I just—shimmer. Like this." The glow became warm. Golden. Beautiful. Maya stared. "You're five years old." "You said that last night too." "It's still surprising." "I know." Grace stood. "Come downstairs. Reaper made real breakfast. Not burned this time."

the female hunter taunted. Rose and Lily exchanged a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Then, their silver eyes began to glow, casting luminous light across their skin. They moved in perfect sync, raising their free hands to the same height, their fingers splayed. A sudden, invisible force rippled outward, sending the female hunter stumbling back as if she’d slammed into an unseen wall.

* I raise the shard, its light consuming the vision. --- **Selene’s Light** The creature falters as my glow brightens. “You’re not her,” I say, rising. “You’re just my fear.” The mirrors reform, reflecting not the past but the present—Silas’s determination, Ryland’s grief, the pack’s hope. The creature shrieks, dissolving into smoke. The golden shard floats into my hand, its warmth a balm. The golden crow caws. *“One down.”* ---

Was I still chubby or had I slimmed down? However, before I could even think about it, Yvonne barged into the room. She shoved me aside, grabbed the gown from the box, and ripped it apart. "Wendy, you don't deserve to wear something this nice! If it weren't for you, it all would've been mine!" After ruining the dress, she snapped the necklace and flung it at my face, cutting her finger in the process. I did not get mad. When she pulled out the dress, I could tell it was not my size. I used to be a bit chubby, but I have gotten much skinnier these days.

The warm water eased some of the tension from my muscles, and for a few minutes, I tried not to think about Jasper, Valerio, Dax, Asher or the terrifying future growing inside me. Then as Ella helped me dry off, a faint warmth spread through my belly. I looked down. My stomach was glowing. The glow wasn't that bright, not enough to hurt, but a soft silver-gold light pulsed beneath my skin like moonlight trapped under water. Ella froze behind me. “What…” My voice barely came out. The glow pulsed again and it was soft, alive, beautiful and terrifying after what I've learnt Ella slowly lowered the towel in her hands, her eyes wide. “By the Moon…”

Within seconds, the skies unleashed a torrential downpour, drenching me to the skin. Shivering, I ran to the roadside, waving frantically in hopes of stopping a passing car. That was when a sedan came speeding around the bend, its tires screeching against the slick pavement. It swerved violently out of control, the hood veering straight toward me. My pupils contracted. Somewhere else on the road, Liam's heart lurched violently, and an inexplicable unease flooded him. Lightning split the sky, and for a fleeting moment, the image of the figure he had left standing in the rain flashed through his mind.

He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight casting a golden glow on his face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Lila stood near the monument, her chestnut hair tied back, strands catching the sunlight, her hazel eyes bright with thought, her lightweight gray tunic embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, her leather journal tucked under her arm, her skin lightly flushed, the sunlight dancing on her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Spark, her wolf, stood beside her, her golden fur shimmering in the sunlight, her amber eyes reflecting the light, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared connecti

Like a river instead of a flash flood. Silver light burst across my skin. Brighter than during training. More intense. I opened my eyes and saw that the entire clearing was bathed in a silver glow radiating from me. Kade stared at me with an expression I couldn’t read. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Then he caught himself. “The power. It’s beautiful.” But he wasn’t looking at the power. He was looking at me. My wolf stirred. “How long can you hold it?” Kade asked.

She looks almost dreamily at nothing in particular and now I am definitely worried. “GURRRRLLLL! You got it this bad after one day. Don’t get me wrong he is Drop Dead Gorg…. Oh sht! It’s him isn’t it. The one from the park. The one you stare at when he’s walking his dog! Fuck me, I might start running in the mornings if thats the kind of eye candy you get to oggle!” Ally is laughing again and even I can’t stifle my giggle. That’s Ally, a positive force in a negative situation. “Ally!” Liv is now almost purple with embarrassment. “I told you that was a secret!”

A faint, extremely faint golden glimmer silently seeped out from a crevice at the base of the wall, hidden beneath decaying leaves. The glimmer was as thin as a strand of hair, impossible to notice without careful searching, yet it carried the exact same warmth as the torn cloth in her palm and lightly brushed against Amelia's fingertips. Amelia suddenly opened her eyes, and a startling brilliance burst forth from her reddened gaze.