Nightlocks Hunger Games の小説・ストーリー

“It’s okay, just don’t take out my braids. They’re a source of pride in my pack.” She watched Autumn work in the mirror, thankful for her help. The Luna Games were down to eight candidates, leaving them with less than eight days to get Lewis and get out of Grey Stone. Autumn’s help would push their time limit as far as it could go, though even that might not be enough. They were there to gain an ally but with that impossible task, they had to face war. Nala didn’t know the situation in Red Dawn nor their plans to take down Silver Night. They were still waiting for word back from Michael, after sending him the news about the Games on the first night they arrived. She was anxious for an update

Katniss surrendered. Katniss heard her mother scoff and she rolled her eyes at that. She had already started to feel drowsy as the sleep induced effect of the sedative had started to take over slowly. Lady Lucinda opened the door and stepped in and was immediately greeted by darkness and a bad smell which it’s source couldn’t be actually pinpointed. “God this place reeks!” Lady Lucinda exclaimed and pinched her nostrils shut with her thumb and index finger. “And why is it so dark in here?” She added and took a step in and that was when she let out a small shout of pain as a small piece of glass pierced through her shoe and scrapped only a part of the topskin of her heel due to its height.

At least he was dangerous in a way that was real. “I’m staying,” she said. He closed his eyes like she’d just given him permission to breathe. The Mediterranean shimmered behind them. Somewhere on the island, Liora was probably smiling, waiting to watch her son burn the world for a woman who could destroy him anyway. Nyx picked up a croissant. Tasted like money, consequences, and a war she hadn’t asked to fight but had already chosen. And she knew, in the back of her mind, this morning wasn’t about breakfast. It was about survival and the first move in a game she might not win.

The pride in his eyes from what he was planning: ”When I come back, all of this will be over, I promise. Forcing away the last image I had of my father, I returned to the table and managed to catch just the end of her sentence. ”…when they choke on their blood,” the girl laughed. Lady Lockheart giggled, her husband chuckled, and Nathaniel smirked at the tales of how she ripped someone’s tongue out before she asked him to recite the plan. Watching the blood-soaked plate where my cut-up stake was dripping in crimson fat, I knew there wasn’t a chance I’d be able to eat anymore now, so I slid the plate away and leaned back. No chains were locking me to the table.

I asked. "Nothing," he wheezed. "I know nothing." "Then you're not useful to us. Hector?" Hector punched him in the stomach again. "I told you, I don't know anything about the darkness." "Then tell me where The Grange's main base is." "I can't do that." Hector pulled his fist back. I held up my hand to stop him. My hand touched his knee, and I pulled a bit of his energy. "Oh, Kira, you do like me." His pants tented as his erection stiffened.

Bo says, looking up at the sky. Iselyn and I help Delia gather the children, while Gray, Bo and the elders get to work setting everything and everyone into place before the moon reaches its peak. When Delia and the children are gone and the rest of the pack is chained to the trees, Gray and Bo take Iselyn and I a little farther out than the rest. “You’ll be okay,” Gray tells me, as he locks the thick metal clamp around my neck. I only nod in response. Much harder than I hope too.

In the corner, the milk I had brought remained untouched, carefully set aside for us. The bracelet Gregory had given her was polished to a shine and carefully stored in its box. Everything else—countless handmade trinkets, endless embroidery, and a small mountain of purses—belonged solely to her. She had scrimped and saved to help Gregory pay his debts, all so I could have a happy future. In a rush of grief and anger, I shredded the photos and smashed the toys. Still, I couldn't bring myself to destroy the photo of Mom holding our hands. I hid it at the bottom of the box, packed the rest, and returned to the office to complete the handover.

“World hunger starts somewhere, Nicholas.” His vision blurred for a second. The memory hit too hard. He took a slow breath. Steady. Controlled. Or at least pretending to be. Nicholas Rhodes did not go back inside. But he didn’t leave either. He stepped into the shadow of a closed bookstore across the street and stood there. Still. Silent. Watching. If anyone had passed by, they would have mistaken him for a man waiting for someone. And he supposed, in a way, he was.

I jumped out of bed in a panic and shouted, “Stop it! Don’t fight! Please, don’t fight! Fine, I’ll just sleep with both of you, okay?” And just like that, the first three days passed in one piece. According to the system’s live report, only twelve players were still alive. That night, I got a private message from Elaine: 【Nina, starting tomorrow, you’ll need to visit your neighbors. Rumor has it that only by visiting every entity on all thirty floors can you unlock the full building and maybe trigger the final clue to clear the game.

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. “Kyle- Kyle!” Katniss’ voice shoots through as she barges open the door, which does not happen. She is usually quiet. Once her eyes meet mine, I can immediately see the panic in them. She is holding a fire torch in one hand and is wearing a black cloak — there is another one in her which she throws over to me. “We need to leave now. They are onto us.” I stand up immediately, leaving behind the bread I was previously eating. ‘Who?’ I sign.