Hunger Games Tracker Jackers Novels & Stories

He shook his head, pulling his father up by the shirt. I’d moved past the three stooges of supernatural beings and past Diana to ensure I had Khalid’s back if things took a turn. I didn’t focus on Khalid pushing his father against the wall in the hallway. My attention looked to the right, where several hunters stood armed, and then to my left, where the werewolves and vampires I’d freed, along with those Jordan and Keith released, including Jordan and Keith. “I thought I told you to find a way out.” I glared at Jordan.

Felt humiliation crystallize into hunger. The Unhollow whispered through the scene. You were born here. Not in love. Not in protection. In hunger. The younger Jack in the memory lifted his head, eyes red. The Unhollow continued. Return to first function. Jack felt the old system awaken in his bones. Predator. Punish. Consume. Then Katherine's voice cut through the false memory. "Jack Miller." The dining room cracked. Katherine stood beside him in the memory, wearing the same battle-torn suit from Sterling Tower, holding the half-rebuilt rest-field emitter like a queen holding a blade.

They both had stony faces, and I knew they were upset that I had stopped them from pushing through with their plan. Everyone gathered around Jack, who said he had a piece of information that would help us get back to Helen without stress, “I placed a tracker in one of her teeth and that would lead us right to her”

He gave them his address and hoped that they would meet him there in good time. The gate was unattended as Jack drove into the house. The front door was still shut and the house was eerily quiet and Jack grabbed his handgun from his pigeon hole before heading for the front door. Unsure of what he'd find inside, Jack gingerly opened the door. His first instinct was to run to Lisa, she was sitting next to Jordan and his security on the sofa but their captor wasn't in sight. So he stood still, not wanting to be caught off guard.

Hijack: No, just you. That confirms my suspicion that he’s monitoring her now, too. I’m glad, knowing that Stellan was targeting her. I make a mental note to tell her that her vehicle is monitored by Hijack so she doesn’t find out from someone else. Me: Do you know who it is? Hijack: I’m working on that now. Between Tracker, watching prison tapes, and now hunting this asshole, it’s been a busy day. Me: How is Tracker doing? Hijack: Better now that Raptor is awake. I understand he’s not very alert, but he’s opened his eyes and sipped some water.

But to me, no one compares to Yorick. The other man’s eyes lock onto me. “You trust everyone here?” he asks. “Yes.” “This is the usual group,” Tracker says to him. I sit facing the three. Piper sits beside me and the others grab chairs and sit behind us. “This is Hijack, in case you hadn't figured that out," Tracker says, then goes around introducing all of us to him. "There are two things we need to discuss with you today. First, did Hacker talk to you about paying us?” Tracker begins.

“You can keep chasing me, keep playing the hero for that sweet little girl in your apartment. But eventually, you’ll lose. Or… you can join me. One job. One score. Enough to make you disappear forever.” Jack’s laugh was sharp. “You think I’d work with you?” “I think you’re tired,” she said softly. “Tired of fighting wars you can’t win. Tired of pretending you’re still the man she thinks you are.” Jack didn’t answer, but his grip on his gun tightened. From the shadows behind a shipping container, Marcus watched. And further still, another figure watched Marcus, Sebastian, pale but standing, a pistol hidden under his coat. The dock was a nest of predators, each stalking the other.

I wasn't a moon goddess anymore. I was just Jessica—the girl who had been sold for gambling debts, now covered in the mud of a world that wanted to consume her. Jax didn't stop. He didn't even look down at me. His grip on my thighs and back tightened until it was borderline painful, his leather bracers biting into my skin. "Thorne’s trackers have ears like bats, Jessica. Every word you speak is a beacon. You talk, we die. And I don't plan on dying in a hole because you’re feeling stubborn."

Maybe - I let out a gasp as my ankle twists, bathing me in agony and forcing me to stop in my tracks while the waves of pain radiate through me. "Are you okay," he asks, brow furrowed with concern. Fear prickles through me like electricity as I stare into Jack's handsome face. I want to trust him, but I can't shake the dread that's clawing its way up my throat. "No, I'm not okay," I choke out through tears. "How did this happen? What kind of a sicko would put a trap like this here?" "A tracker," he answers softly, and it sends a chill through my veins.

I snarled and I was moving before I could think. I’m so fucking ready to rip his throat out for daring to show his face after what he did. But Arianna’s hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait,” she said quietly. “Look at him.” I looked nd realized she was right. Jack was not just dirty and exhausted but he was dying. His skin had a gray pallor and eyes were sunken. He looked like a corpse that was still walking out of sheer stubbornness. “Blackwater poisoned me,” Jack said his voice was rough. “When I was spying for them they said it was a tracking compound so they could always find me. But it was not. They were always planning to kill me once I served my purpose.”