Hunger Games Trident Novels & Stories

Even Ralyne had noticed her action and probably the shift in her emotion. "How close are you to them?" She cooly muttered. The girl was asking me. That wasn't even a question. "They're my family." "Good." She yanked me up and girl, she was too strong. "You shouldn't mind then." Her words stunned me. Mind what? But she was already digging for something among her kits. She pulled a scalpel out. What the hell was she thinking? My survival instincts kicked in. If she wanted a fight she'd get one.

' he smirked at me knowing I heard his thoughts. "Maybe one day I will tell you the answer" I teased him. "I look forward to it." He grinned and walked into the living room. "Can I get everyone's attention?" Mom said. Everyone came and stood in the kitchen listening to mom and looking at me. "So you have now all been introduced to Amberlee. I know some of you are very upset that this information was kept from you..believe me when I tell you this was completely necessary. You see, not only is Amberlee our future Queen, but she is also the first female tribrid born in hundreds of years." Everyone's mouths weee practically on the floor... I had to stifle a giggle. "I know you all understand how

embarrassed smile on my face then I scratched my head "you knew that I was staring?" She nodded and said "we are sirens and I am guessing that you are an elf" I pounded if I should tell her, I have enough strength to run if they decide chase me like the army did. So I told her "I am the tribrid prince, I'm an elf,dragon and kreo" she looked at me with amazement "your highness" she teased i laughed and said "but I can't be a prince without a castle or kingdom to rule can I?" She laughed and that was all it took to and I started starring at her again "stop staring at me like that you eyes look like they can eat me up" she said then hit me playfully on my shoulder, I blushed and looked the oth

Silvercrest won three. The Winterridge Ice Wolves circled around him, then started throwing him up and down in the air. While for Tristan, he stood far away from the team, his jaw tight and his silver eyes blazing red. Of course, I knew why he was angry. Trenton had taken his water earlier in the middle of the game but nothing happened to him. Tristan must have figured out that I had not added the poison. I only smirked in response, already thinking of the excuse I would give him if he lost his temper at me later.

Celeste: “You have two choices. One: go home. Live. Let the past stay past. Two: try to take what was freely given to a girl who learned how to forgive the sea itself.” I open my hand. The broken trident coin floats above my palm, pieces spinning lazily. Then it melts into liquid gold and reshapes (whole again, but now stamped with a tiny blackbird on the back). I flick it toward him. It lands at his feet with a sound like a bell made of water. Celeste: “Gift returned.

~huff "Is this fucking boulder threatening me? How the hell does that make any sense?" Creed mumbled as he peaked at the boulder again with terror in his eyes. Far from spooked, he was literally petrified to his very soul. He looked around one last time, and then pulled out his flame trident. He took a deep breath as his grip tightened on the weapon. ~CLANK

The chamber was small, shadowed, and thick with the scent of age and magic. At its center, resting on a jagged stone pedestal, was the trident. Even in the dim light, it radiated power—its three prongs sharp and black as obsidian, etched with twisting runes that seemed to shimmer as if alive. The metal pulsed faintly, as though sensing their presence, and an almost imperceptible hum vibrated through the air, setting every nerve on edge. Kaplan felt his pulse spike; it was more than a weapon—it was a force, and he had the distinct impression that one false move could trigger consequences they couldn’t predict.

The echoes of their impending clash reverberated through the night, a chilling harbinger of the cataclysmic confrontation that loomed on the precipice of existence. In a harrowing twist of fate, the trident, a manifestation of celestial wrath, found its mark as Asmo materialized with unwavering resolve to shield Maria from the impending onslaught. The searing agony of the trident's piercing strike bore down upon him with unrelenting ferocity, a visceral testament to the depths of his sacrifice and the unyielding love that bound him to Maria.

‘We can’t take the flagstone with us. ‘Maybe we can,’ Patience replied pulling out her cell phone and activating her camera. Patience took several shots. She retrieved her torch, and something caught her attention in the beam. Ahead, in a wall of smooth marble, was a row of tiered rectangles. The metal was smeared in green oxidised streaks. Patience pointed to one of the plates in the middle row, where the unmistakable sign of the trident from Klaus' drawings resided. The two Newshounds made for the wall, turning their attention to the rectangle scored with the trident symbol. Elmo looked over at Patience who was staring, petrified.