The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Novels & Stories

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

The men scrambled for the door, but the wood had warped in the heat; the handle was too hot to touch, searing the flesh off their palms. The fire surged toward the windows, sealing the exits with a wall of shimmering heat. They were trapped. I stood in the center of the inferno, the flames licking at my skin without leaving a mark. I just stood there, a silent witness to the justice being served. The room filled with the sound of screaming and the heavy, cloying smell of burning flesh as the council was reduced to ash. I watched the "human roast" unfold with a terrifying lack of emotion... "Guess the flame did evolve"

Only my call interface remained on the screen, without showing who I contacted. I noticed Jack exhale ever so slightly. My fans shouted in frustration, “What is this? Where’s the full video?” “The organizers said the rest is still being repaired. They can only release this part for now.” “But isn’t it strange? If the car malfunctioned, shouldn’t his first instinct have been to save himself? Why would Lewis make a phone call at a moment like that?” “No one could stay that calm in a speeding, out‑of‑control car—unless he had already given up on living.”

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

It felt as if it wanted to burn through my palms and enter me. ​I don't know what that embryo is, but every time it moves, a wave of intense pain ripples through my body. As I descended through the mountain forest, I realized my hearing had sharpened incredibly. The sound of a dry leaf snapping a mile away rang in my ears like a thunderclap. ​"Catch her! Don't let her cross the forest!" ​The screams of Elena’s commandos echoing from the distance alerted me. They weren't dead. They had returned alive even from that blast of fire.

The woman protested in anger, her clear and calm mood walked out the door, the minute she was treated wrongfully. "But you are. You possess powers that killed my aunt when she gave birth to you, your kind is a bunch of traitors, cowards and so are you." That was when the beautiful, raging woman finally lost it and her hands flew up and out of nowhere, her cousin was on fire, blinding light and all that could be heard was screams...so many screams. Another Vision A little girl was playing with her sister and she accidentally caused a small burning mark to appear on her sister's hand, as her sister hissed in pain, their parents came out of the house and rushed to the back yard towards their da

Maris' eyes twitched, followed by her fingers then whispers erupted around her. "She's moving." A faint voice muttered. It wasn't a familiar one. Slowly, Maris unlatched her eyes with an unclear vision. She turned her head and glanced around, her vision becoming better the harder she tried to look. Finally, she could get a clear image of the people around her. Suddenly, her breathing intensified as she saw three hyenas staring owlishly at her, their faces too close to her body.

He wiped at it, sending tiny droplets of water across his desk. “What the-” he jumped back, flinging the picture on his desk, where it flipped. Written in very neat, clear handwriting. The same handwriting that was on the small pieces of paper, were two words: Chaidou Forest. He picked up the picture and turned it back around. This time, he shook the image vigorously and felt his stomach lurch as tiny snowflakes fell out of the picture. He quickly pushed the pin back into the tiny hole in the picture and placed it back where he’d found it. He took measured steps out of the office, closing the door behind him. Without another thought, he threw on the black coat from the hospital once more, gr

My head snaps up just as Ryder glares at me, his fangs flashing like silver in the firelight. Jace! Snap out of it! We have to move! His massive head presses against my shoulder, shoving me upright, breaking me from the trance. A switch flips in my mind, and suddenly, my body responds—driven by raw instinct, by survival. We sprint down the hall, flames licking at our fur, the searing heat biting at our skin with every step. Smoke coils around us, thick and suffocating, but we push forward, weaving through the wreckage of burning furniture and shattered glass. The walls groan, weakened by the relentless inferno, as more Molotovs shatter, their liquid fire exploding into new, raging blazes.

Because unlike before, she could easily get everything Tiarra had and always had her way of turning the tables in her favor. "What right do they have to reject me? Don't they know me?" She asked furiously even though she’s talking to know one. Her beautiful face was beet red from the excessive anger that she’s feeling. If anyone could only see Margaux now, they would be frightened because it looked like she’s a volcano that would erupt anytime and she had this excruciating gaze in her natural brown eyes.