Original Hunger Games Covers Novels & Stories

×××× [CHANNEL 37B2 — AJAX NEWS REPORT] This was an entrance and I had to make sure everyone felt it. Natasha had practically yelled at me in the car, telling me to go big, to milk every second of this, to make sure the world knew I was alive and that Conrad Basquire’s empire of lies was crumbling. The headlines had been insane already “The Heiress Rises From the Dead,” “Deal With the Devil? She is Back,”people were already spinning stories and I intended to make good use of this social media heat.

I faked carrying the vampire's baby to fool the revenants. To make sure my "baby" stayed healthy, I took over the cooking for the last two days—only using stuff the vampire stocked in the fridge. No Revenant Grandpa's mystery meals. To really sell it, I started crashing in the vampire's bed. He laid there stiff like a board, too nervous to even breathe. I was just plotting how to tease this flustered golden retriever when a small pouty face popped out from under the blanket.

she said, handing it to Sally. Sally found it hard to mask her disappointment. “Oh,” was all she could say looking at the battered green cover. It had an old woodcut on the front, showing a hare by a riverside, looking up at a smiling moon. The title, printed in crude block letters, was Highways, Havens and Highlands by James Hendry.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

All the more reason to fight fire with fire. She smoothed her hands over the silk slip dress clinging to her body like a second skin. Deep emerald green, cut low enough to reveal the soft curve of her cleavage, with thin straps that left her shoulders bare. A slit on one side climbed high enough to flash toned thigh with every calculated step. Her hair, normally in tight curls, had been tamed into glossy, cascading waves that framed her face and brushed her collarbones.

My teeth elongated and without hesitation I sunk them deep into her flesh and began to drink the sweetest essence I have ever tasted, as the beast within me became instantly satisfied with the taste of our mate. Slowly I retracted my teeth from her flesh and licked the wound shut, as I pulled away from her neck and looked into her hooded eyes as I lick the last drop of her blood from my lips. Something about this felt so right being with her and I had to once again wonder if my parents had gotten it all wrong when they had chosen Lexie for me and not Lena. But the memories of Lexie still haunted my mind even as my body screamed to me that Lena was our mate and I found myself in an internal w