Livia Cardew Hunger Games Novels & Stories

I fear it will completely go out before Katniss comes back. There is bread by the wall from the last batch Katniss brought four days ago, so I pick it up and start eating. Gracious Elysia, I feel miserable. The bread tastes like a collaboration of sand and mud in my mouth. I wonder if Olivia is doing okay. Last I heard of her Katniss had told me she won her first match in the Dance of the Dead and has just four more to go.

"Please... I didn't say anything... I didn't tell them..." Tears rushed to my eyes. I dropped to my knees right in the filthy straw, not caring about the dirt or the smell. "Clara, it’s me," I sobbed softly, reaching out with a trembling hand, stopping an inch from her shoulder so I wouldn't scare her. "It’s Livia. Your sister. I came to get you." The girl froze. Slowly—so slowly it broke my heart—she lifted her head. Large, bright green eyes stared out from a face so thin her cheekbones looked like knives beneath her skin. She looked at me, her gaze traveling over my leather armor, my hair, my face, as if she were looking at a ghost.

A sharp, crisp voice cuts through the noisy chatter of the cafeteria. I pause with my wine glass and turn around. Standing there is a girl who looks like she walked straight out of a gothic anime—pale-blonde twin tails, striking crimson eyes, and a smile that flashes two razor-sharp fangs. A Vampire Awakener. "I heard I was assigned a new roommate," the girl chirps, stepping closer. "Are you her? Let me introduce myself. I'm Liviel, Awakener of Lilith, the Progenitor of Vampires."

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?"

My heart pounded, but my hands were steady. Levi signaled to Cade, who disappeared into the shadows. I felt the shift in the air before I saw her. Livia sat in a corner booth, a glass of wine in her hand, her red lips curling into a slow smile as she spotted us. But my gaze moved past her to the woman sitting beside her. Levi's twin sister. She looked almost exactly like him. Same piercing blue eyes, same sharp features. But where Levi carried his scars like armor, she wore hers like a statement.

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.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Agatha leans against a fallen log, knife clutched tight, face streaked with grime and tears. Rowan and Fen are already gathering the scattered patrols near the smashed ward-stones at the forest’s edge, voices low and grim. Everywhere, the aftermath of the fight blurs with the sickly orange of the fire still licking at the ruined packhouse. That’s when I see her—Livia, cloak torn and spattered with mud, weaving through the confusion at the edge of the field. She looks hunted and cornered, eyes wild, hair stuck to her face in ragged strands. She scans the chaos—searching, calculating. Her hand twitches. Too close to a cluster of pups pressed against a toppled cart.

Her wounds had directly injured her internal organs, and just like those doctors said, she couldn't even drink water. Suddenly Lan's voice sounded in my mind, and his sudden voice surprised me. Ever since I thought Livia was dead, Lan had been wailing madly in my mind until he had no strength left, and then he just went silent. It was as if he hadn't the slightest bit of life left in him, and he didn't even answer when I questioned him, but now he seemed to be alive again. "Livia is our MATE, the one we love, she must be okay." When he said this, his voice became reverent.

Her mind swiftly ran through all possibilities before settling on one person. Emma. She had to find Emma. The castle was silent, draped in the weight of the late hour. Livia moved soundlessly through the corridors, her steps light as she made her way toward Emma’s quarters. She didn’t knock. Instead, she pushed the door open and slipped inside. But the moment she stepped in, a flash of cold steel came hurtling toward her! Livia instinctively tilted her head, the blade of a dagger grazing past her cheek, stirring a faint gust of air.