The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Novels & Stories

I leave the place before someone comes in and see me, and sure enough, there is a fire starter in there and take all the gasoline I can carry to the bathroom, praying to the moon that nobody will notice that something is missing. When I get back, there’s a lot more people, and I can see the girls giggling in their seats as they are served meat bites while waiting for the event to start. “The event will start in ten minutes.” Is the next thing that I hear. The longest ten minutes of my life, and the girls are brought out through a secret door from the back, apparently. I hope Hazel has done her part in this, freeing herself and all. The crowd serves as a cover to me and I rush to the other si

She refused to believe what he was implying. She wasn’t like him. She would never be like him. The King took another step forward. And this time, Lena didn’t wait. She attacked. Riftfire exploded from her palms, a violet inferno surging toward him, hot enough to burn reality itself. But before it could reach him— He raised a single hand. And caught it. The flames twisted in his grip, bending, warping—obeying. Then, in the space of a breath, he snuffed them out.

The second one lunged at me, but I caught his wrist and twisted until I heard the snap of bone, then I shoved the blade back into his gut. My breathing was ragged now, and my shirt was soaked with sweat and blood. Every movement felt like it was carving deeper into me, but I refused to slow down. The minutes stretched like hours, but finally the gunfire died down. Silence crept back in, broken only by the crackle of flames as one of my men lit the gasoline they'd already spread. The fire caught quickly, climbing up the walls and consuming the stacked crates like it had been starving for years.

she said. I shook my head. “No... I don’t—” “You forgot us.” “Who are you?” “You will burn with us." Then she reached out And my skin cracked. I screamed as pain tore through me. My hands caught fire. My feet sunk into snow and turned to embers. The world tilted and cracked, fire and frost colliding as something dark rose from the ground beneath me. It had no face. Only hunger. It opened its mouth, and my name poured out—

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Three Shadows in the Light By midday, Evelyn was knee-deep in the far pasture, boots caked with mud and sweat sliding down her spine beneath the thin cotton of her tank top. The early May sun blazed high, unforgiving, and every muscle in her body ached from the morning’s work. The fencing on the west ridge had collapsed again—likely due to the storm last week—and her herd had been curious enough to start testing boundaries. Rebellion ran through her cattle like it ran through her blood.

I could see fire blazing above me, hear the screaming of those caught in the flames, as I continued to claw my way back to the surface. I am Ember’s only hope of survival. My mate needs me and I’m not going to let some elves bury me alive, leaving her to die. When the earth begins slowly closing beneath us, I push to the surface again, lifting my head in the air, trying to find her scent among the scent of fire, water, earth, and air, intermingled with burned flesh and blood. I hear a scream of agony a moment before we’re all blown off our feet by the strongest blast of fire I’ve ever seen or felt. I roll when I feel my fur burning, quickly extinguishing the fire on my body.

***************** POV: DENNY: (UNCONSCIOUS STATE) “TA…” I called, chasing after my giggling little one across the wide field. “Let me catch you! “No!” “Slow down…” “Run faster, Mama!” “You are too fast…” Flames burst suddenly, racing across the field toward us. And TA who’d refused to slow down earlier…stood at a spot. “Run, TA!” I screamed. “Run!” “Mama…” “Run!” The fire caught up with me, burning me alive. But when I saw a hand scooping the frozen TA out of the fire, lowering my baby far ahead…unburnt, safe…I smiled. Relief carried me as my eyes closed, letting the fire swallow me whole.

Door 6 Chloe and Hunter tore open the envelope. “I burn without hands; I consume without teeth; I dance and die with every breeze.” Hunter frowned. “Fire?” The door clicked open. Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Lucky guess.” They were led back, Chloe mumbled something about him being useless without her. Door 4

[RHIANNON] Kael's arms felt like the only real thing in the world. I came back to myself slowly—lungs burning, throat raw from screaming, body shaking despite the warmth of him wrapped around me. The vision had faded, but emotions clung like smoke, refusing to dissipate. Fire. So much fire consuming everything. The ceremonial grounds engulfed in flames, warriors burning alive, their screams echoing through pack bonds until the sound became unbearable. Kael reaching for me through the inferno, his hand turning to ash before our fingers could touch.