Nightlocks Hunger Games の小説・ストーリー

Chapter Eleven Lost He wrapped his hand around her jet black hair. A loud hair raising growl erupted from Jace as he struggled against the chains he was now in. Knox stood in the middle of the hall, his hand dangerously close to Nora’s neck as the other yanked her head back. He could hear the wolves surrounding the pack hall. The rest of Cross River inside and kneeling, mostly women and children. What he had not expected was that moonlight and Red Woods would bring their armies. He snapped his fingers and Angela scooped up Hannah and Mick did the same to Jessica, forcing them to their feet and placing a blade to their throats. Knox dragged Nora by her hair to the center of the hall, a blade

Nadia’s POV Three days. Three days of waiting for a hammer to fall. We sent scouts north, towards Moonshade lands. We doubled the guards on the walls. Every noise in the night made me jump. But nothing happened. No army appeared on the horizon. It was the quiet before the storm, and the silence was screaming. Neal tried to lighten the mood. “Maybe the hawk got eaten by an eagle. Maybe Ronan thinks it’s a trick.” Noah just shook his head, staring at the maps on his desk. “Ronan is a snake. He doesn’t charge. He slithers. He’s planning something.”

he said and I arched my brows in mention of mom ,he always says that but when I ask him if he knows her he will always say time will tell . " what ever " I mumbled and he nodded before walking out MEAVE POINT OF VIEW soft wind blew around the semi dark woods, it was time for the ritual . Nicholas was busy doing the preparation while i just watch hoping Lenny shows up with the sacrifice . "am done " he said pulling me out of my thought and I took a glance at the merge triangle he had drawn . " seems am late " Lenny said walking up to us with 50 compelled humans behind her " gush please don't do this ,this is madness taking the lives of this people will...

The lock clicked from the outside. I sat on the narrow bed in the tribute house and stared at the wall. Same room I'd been assigned on day one. Same thin mattress. Same cold stone. Same window with the broken latch on the second floor. The difference was the lock. I was the first tribute in Darkmoon history to be confined. The guard outside my door changed shifts twice a day. Meals came through the door, when they came at all. The first morning, nobody brought food. I waited until noon. Nothing.

"You would have known if you were Lorraine that she told her to continue her legacy." They may look alive, sound alive but dead things always smell dead. As she was about to attack me Nova came running and she stabbed her from the back and she shriveled, collapsing onto the floor, Asher following suit. "How dare they use the dead against us!" I growled, I was pissed as hell. I glared at the sky, hoping Lady Dyare could see me. "The Hunger Games really have no limit," Nova said as she gripped her sword tighter, staring around. "Wait, what of Horia?"

I can’t breathe, and I can feel my windpipe starting to crush. “You know,” she starts, tightening her hold on my neck. “There is a little bone right at the base of your neck. If broken in the right way, it will suffocate you even after I let go.” I conjure another energy ball and throw it. It hits Ruth in the shoulder. She cries out in pain but doesn’t loosen her grip. “If you kill me—,” I croak out, but she continues to tighten the grip until I can’t get any air. I fall to the ground, hands flying to my neck on their own accord, body taking over and trying to pull the invisible noose from around my neck.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

He pushed the meat fork with the worms through the grate. Immediately, Mr. Who shot forward and ate the first worm straight off the fork. His claws scratched the sheet metal floor. Nick's next words were just a whisper. "And you don't like Mr. Who." Something determined came into his face and just as Mr. Who turned to the second worm, Nick jerked the long meat fork forward and pinned it against the little wooden house. The little Proles gave an inhuman scream as the prongs penetrated his body. One straight in the muzzle, one in the throat. It was only a brief noise, then the body twitched a few more times and then hung lifelessly on the fork.

That would not be the first or the last time that he will find himself in a similar situation and he was already fighting for experience. Luckily for him, this padlock had not been closed so tightly due to the trouble that the men showed in moving all of them. An oversight that they would take advantage of. Leaving the cage with hardly any space and a trickle of blood from the edge of her mouth, she did the same procedure with Alisha's cage, finding that it was tightly closed. He cursed inside. He knew his luck couldn't be that good. -Blaren go, she told him and that surprised him.

Buck: A good alpha knows how to wait for his prize. Lynn: I want you right now. I need your knot inside me. Buck: Good things come to the wolves who obey. Buck: Tonight. After the perimeter watch is done. Lynn dropped the stone onto the furs, let out a low roar, and buried his face in the pillows. The waiting was pure torture.