The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Novels & Stories

It should be a downhill stroll at this point except for one major kick in the nuts—the last batter is the other team’s best hitter. I can tell the second I hear the crack of the bat that this is going to be a hard hit. I race to catch it, all of the adrenaline and focus I’ve been storing up propelling my body forward, faster than I thought I could run. Every thought of the past few months that I’ve used to motivate me comes racing along with me—Jane above everything else. I make a diving catch, snagging the ball.

“You have no idea what I had to do to survive, Maya,” she said, her voice low and cold. “You have no idea what this world has turned me into.” I shook my head, my throat tightening. “Then tell me. Tell me what happened.” Chloe sighed, running a hand through her short, choppy hair. “After *The Burning*, I was trapped. The fires spread faster than anyone could’ve predicted, and I was caught in the middle of it. I tried to get to you, but… I couldn’t make it. I thought you were dead.”

“Just don’t let your desperation ruin our game.” The words hung in the air, a subtle warning that only the shadows understood. The fire responded with a gentle hiss, the flames dancing like they were alive and understood, responding to the unspoken tension in the room. And Rhea's eyes never left the fire. She kept watching, her gaze never wavered, fixed on the flames as if mesmerized by their hypnotic rhythm, seeking answers in its flickering light. Watching. Waiting. Planning. She seemed to be waiting for something, her entire being poised on the brink of action, a hint of the ruthless determination that drove her.

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I stepped forward, power coiling up my spine like a whip. “You don’t touch him.” “You already did,” she said. And before I could strike—before I could scream— The spiral lit with fire. White-hot. Blinding. Ancient. I felt something rip open in my chest. Something old. Something mine. And everything went black. Link I caught her before she hit the ground. Her body was burning—skin too hot, mark glowing like molten gold. Her eyes fluttered. Her pulse pounded. The cult was gone. Smoke and dust.

The scream cut short, drowned in the snarl of teeth and the thud of bodies hitting earth. Evelynn didn’t hesitate. Her flames obeyed her as if they had always belonged to her. She spun, and ribbons of fire arched around her like wings. Two hunters advanced—she thrust her palms forward, and a burst of heat threw them backward, their weapons clattering uselessly into the dirt. For a heartbeat, victory burned in her chest. Then the forest groaned. A sound too deep, too old. Branches snapped as something enormous moved in the dark. Evelynn turned, fire trembling in her hands, and her heart froze.

The rogues had struck again and father had gone mad when he finally heard the news that his most trusted advisor had been killed. I waited no more than ten skip beats of the solar stump before I pushed my window pane and climbed towards the roof. I was done waiting and so I followed them to town. The entire village was burnt, people ran across themselves in hopes to get to their families, I watched the warriors rush into the burning fire to rescue men, women and children. That's when I saw her, brown hair that shone as the fire burned behind her shimmering like the stars, her eyes seemed otherwise a blue so cold it seemed like ice. She cried and screamed lashing out at my mother as she tried

Aria's pov Fire. Screams. Blood. Fire. Screams. Blood. The same scene again. Over and over till I’m crying begging for it to stop. I can smell the burning and I can see the blood on my hands. I’m trying to scream, but nothing comes out. The world is burning and I’m right in the middle of it, choking on smoke and terror. I can’t run and I can’t move. The air tastes like ash and I could hear him somewhere in the dark, the same low growl whispering my name, closer, closer—.

As he spoke, his hand inched toward my chest. "What did you stuff in there? They look pretty real. Could it be silicone?" His words and actions lit a fire of rage inside me. To make things worse, the masculine scent he gave off stirred something primal inside me. Before I could stop it, a wave of desire surged, threatening to consume every part of me. I shoved Morgan aside, desperate to get away. But my legs gave out, and darkness quickly swallowed my vision. Meanwhile, Morgan assumed I was just playing hard to get. He grabbed my wrist, refusing to let go.

3 hours before the party Flames roared around him, hungry, alive, monstrous. Little Alex stood frozen in the hallway, heat blistering his skin as smoke poured into his lungs. He could hear his mother’s voice calling his name, strained, terrified, swallowed by the fire. He reached for her silhouette through the flames, tiny fingers stretching, trembling. “Mom!” Her figure lurched toward him but the ceiling groaned. A beam snapped loose. The world flashed orange. Her scream tore through him as the fire swallowed her whole.