Livia Cardew Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Crack. The hall gasped again. Livia’s head whipped back, and a spray of blood flew from her lip. She stumbled, one leg giving out as she collapsed halfway to the floor. My own chest was racing, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched the carnage. Yelena stood over her, a small, dark smile touching her lips. "Now," she whispered. "This is fair." Her parents rushed forward again, dragging her back before she could do more damage.

“She’s fighting like someone with something — or someone — worth fighting for.” The three Elders shared a glance. None of them spoke the name lingering on their tongues, but they all knew. Aldus. The battle grew fiercer still. Livia’s breathing was heavy now, her body screaming from the strain, but she didn’t slow down. Not even once. Every ounce of her will, every drop of her strength — she poured it into every strike, every spell, every heartbeat. She was no longer the frightened girl who had stepped into this Haven broken and lost.

She turned to Aurelia, "you mentioned we." "Oh," Aurelia smiled, "that's Flora's twin sister, Livia. Livia, come on out." Flora must be the dead girl, Aurora thought. Timid Livia creeped out of the kitchen, her face an epitome of fear. Aurora smiled at the pretty auburn-haired young girl. "How old are you?" She asked kindly. "Fifteen," Livia croaked out. "Great," Aurora beamed and said to Aurelia, "ma Aurelia, you won't mind prince Justus taking Livia's hand in marriage, would you?"

"You mean your grieving Luna? The one who is so torn up about Aiden's mate?" Livia's jaw clenched. "Or," I continued, "do you mean the woman who is so pathologically obsessed with an Alpha she can't have, she murders anyone who gets close to him? Tell me, Livia, which one is it? I'm getting them confused." ​Livia's hand flew to the dagger she didn't have on her belt. It was pure instinct. She was, for the first time, speechless. I had just spoken the unspeakable.

I had known Livia was trouble, but I had never expected her to be so bold. Livia emerged from the shadows, her eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You think you've won, don't you?" she spat, her voice venomous. "You think you've stolen Vitali's heart." My instincts went on high alert. I knew Livia and Vitali had something going on before he got married to me. But I had never expected Livia to confront me like this. I didn’t respond to her. With a sudden burst of speed, Livia launched herself at me, a dagger glinting in her hand. I dodged to the side, avoiding the blade by mere inches.

To give them a future. She looked at the beautiful girl who confronted her and seeing that she is a little bit tipsy said: “You didn’t tell me your name.” The girl with long blond hair and dark blue eyes looked at her and laughed. “I am Livia!” she said, almost giggling. “Well Livia, I am glad to meet you. You look more beautiful when you are not trying to kill me” she joked. “And you look nice when you are not stealing Jerel from me” she said with sad eyes.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.

Eliana said cheerfully. Her eyes widened as she spoke. ‘Livy,’ she hasn’t heard this word in four years. This word resurrected emotions she didn’t want to feel and didn’t deserve to feel again. It was buried deep within her. But she couldn’t bring herself to correct them. It hurts too much, but at the same time, it feels good to hear this word again. Livy. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She will not say that this is the beginning of her new journey because she can never start over. But this is a continuation of her old life.

She watched as the gamma, defeated and in pain, slinked away, her thirst for victory crushed. Kaerlia stood there, battered and bruised, she was bleeding all over but alive. She had avenged Nova's death and proven her strength as a Luna. The arena around her grew silent, and Lady Dyare's voice echoed one last time. "Kaerlia Snow, The future Supreme Luna Queen of the Werewolf race wins. " Everyone was too stunned to cheer and the portal opened. My victory in the brutal Hunger Games came at a heavy cost. As I emerged from the arena, her body battered and bleeding, I looked ahead to see the worried faces of Mobali, her ladies in waiting, and Venus running towards me. My smile, though weak, con

The energy of the dark witch Ophelia and this was only the beginning. "Agatha?" Liv looked at me. I look at her as the horror of the dream my mother lied to me about flashes again. Wind swirls at my feet. I am livid. I am scared. I am worried. Many are going to perish. "What is she doing?" a warrior shouts. "Stand back," Liv shouts. I move out of the cave and stand outside. I stretch my hand on opposite sides, ignoring the murmurs. I'm trying to connect the surrounding energy. Searching for a fragment. I needed to see the battle.