Wiress Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Not that she could, thanks to the collar she was being forced to wear. This time, she moved slowly, scanning the ground for more trip wires, others doing the same. Whereas they had been confident before, now they felt nothing but apprehension, seeing danger at every turn. Nobody had expected this pack to use traps to disarm them when none of the others had. It was ruining their plan. The hunters scowled, feeling pissed off and angry at the loss of some of their comrades, now even more determined to find justice and punish those responsible. The tension in the air was filled with rage, and Marissa shivered.

Laying flat on their stomachs with papers and pen on hand, they two seem to have started their little game. Done with hers, Zelda took a sneak peak on the list Anne is working on. "Tristan!?" she reads. "Aren't you just being carried away by your feelings for—" "W-What feelings!? Stop jumping into conclusions. I have my reason okay?" Anne defended. "And that is. .?" Zelda curiously asked. "Why should I tell you? I'm not selling my friend's tactics to anyone, you know." "Oh-ho-ho, so it's about his ability? Is there anything special about that blockhead that does not meet the eye?" the younger girl narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Once she's finished fixing the gown Eris approached her. "There is a food tray in the kitchen I want you to give it to Iris. Make sure she eats all of it." He commanded. Marissa bowed down before going towards the kitchen. Making her way to the backroom with werewolf senses she smelled blood. She paled and hoped that whatever she was thinking isn't true. Screaming loudly she was met with Iris' dead body. Someone must have went down here and killed her! The jail door was open with the key unremoved from the key hole. Taking her friend into her arms she was relieved that Iris was still breathing but it's too shallow.

If my words held any weight, he wouldn’t have dismissed me so many times before. Richard’s jaw clenched, his gaze flickered between Anita and me, his hesitation palpable. Emily, sensing his reluctance, tightened her grip on his arm and growled. "Richard, are you seriously doubting me? Look at what this woman was holding!" She pointed to the object in Anita’s hand—a length of silver wire. The deadly material, toxic to wolves, sent a shiver down my spine. Emily snarled, "She was going to strangle Ceres from behind with that. And you’re hesitating? Does this vicious woman really have anything to do with you?”

At the leaking socket, many strange static emitting mites were gnawing at the leaking bolts of electricity. “Aha!” Wanda clapped gleefully. “There you are! My babies were well-fed this month.” With a simple vial, Wanda coaxed the strange electricity munching mites into it. Judging by the colour of these mites, they were fed with tons of frustration, pleasure and excitement. It was a wonderful breed, and Cassie was a wonderful host to her babies.

Can't wait. Still, the whole situation gnaws at me. As I nibble at my peanut butter sandwich, I find myself clicking through the gossip sites on my computer. I don't let myself read any of the articles - just the headlines. But that's enough to make me sick to my stomach. A lot of people have latched on to the idea that the late Wentworth Cunningham was involved in something shady, but no one seems to know exactly what - drug hustling? Gambling? Some sort of pyramid scheme?

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

It looks like she’s making a pair of socks but that is a very un-priestess-like thing to do. Magnus and I leave our large collection of weapons on the table and go sit by the fire. He taps my knee and makes a slight motion towards the priestess. She is indeed knitting a sock with a bone Newell needle. At least I am not the only one that thinks it is a bit odd. “We have come to a conclusion,” the seer says. “We shall travel back with you. After we have met this woman–.” “Isla,” we both say at once and the priestess smirks.

"The bestial gene affected her too much, and she wouldn’t be able to communicate with us normally for the time being. Even if she has covered, there are likely to be a lot of sequelae." Bloodthirsty, irritable, and violent, all very likely. Vera looked at Merry with her mouth agape. She missed the last duel because she had fainted, and only heard that Merry's robot had gone into a bestial state. But she remembered she did not design it that way. Worried that Elijah might hold her accountable for what happened to Merry because of the blueprint that she designed, Vera quickly kept her mouth shut and silently glanced at Merry, whose face was pale and hideous. Suddenly, Merry looked up at her wi

Exhausted, Harriet slumbered on. ‘Touch her,’ breathed Lewis against Rowena’s ear. “Touch her breasts, they’re very responsive. If she wakes, I'll speak.’ “She'll know it isn’t you.’ Rowena’s protest was only half-hearted. The prospect of touching the unknowing girl, of stirring her senses back to life, was deliciously exciting. ‘She’s very tired,’ Lewis assured her. ‘Her mind won't function that well, and she certainly won’t be expecting it to be anyone but me touching her.