Hunger Games Berries Novels & Stories

“Sorry, it was cold out, so I helped you into your clothes. And these…I found them not too far from here. They’re edible so you can eat as much as you want. Also, there’s a river close by. You’re thirsty, right? I can take you there.” Denise looked at the berries he was handing her and swallowed. She was a bit overwhelmed, but her stomach chose then to rumble loudly. Reluctantly, she took a few out of his hand and popped one into her mouth. The juice flooded her taste buds and she found herself stuffing them all into her mouth at once.

“Someone once told me strawberries weren't as sweet as they looked. He didn't like it because of that.” “Your ex-boyfriend…” Alex chirped in. “You meant to say your dad!” Olivia corrected. “I have a new dad. He is nothing but your ex boyfriend to me,” Alex replied. He focused on the pasta as if it was a work of art. I could see the tension building and to cool off things, I… I didn't get to do anything because the next moment, Harper's face had begun to look weird. She was scratching her skin and she looked so uncomfortable. Her face was red.

His adam's apple moved seductively the moment he swallowed loudly. “Turn over. Ass up, face down," I continued, looking straight into his eyes. "I want to see how pretty you look, arched and waiting for my mouth, before I claim the rest.”

At its tip is not a leaf but a cluster of pale berries that glow faintly. Mara inhales sharply. “Are those safe?” Creek, who came with us without announcing herself, steps forward and touches one. She does not eat it. She listens the way she listens to roots. “It made them for her,” Creek says. “It remembers medicine from the lab. It tried to make it without iron.” The girl takes one berry, careful, and eats it. She does not glow or get cured in a miracle. She just smiles. “Tastes like cold,” she says.

The upstairs shower had been running for two minutes when the front door opened. “If any one of you calls me impulsive,” Bianna’s voice came in first, “I’m putting kale on your pillows.” Theo appeared behind her, carrying two big New Seasons paper bags, one in each hand, his face full of aristocratic regret. His gray hoodie was damp at the shoulders from the light drizzle. “She bought four kinds of berries. Four. For two children who used blueberries as biological weapons yesterday.”

She knew this wasn’t the answer but it will help. The animals soon emerged with berries and nuts that they could gather. The deer carrying the baskets they had woven. She smiled happily as she grabbed them and happily smiled. This was going to be there supper tonight and she was happy it was. She carefully pulled the fruit out and gently mashing it she would drop it into his mouth. It wasn’t much but it would be something to help him fight. A bit of sugar to fuel him. She didn’t know what else to do but she was trying.

I whispered, picking at my nails. Astrid ignored my presence all through the ride, occasionally kissing Hades just to taunt me. Hades spent the entirety of the ride watching my every move. I was almost certain he could see the air travel through my lungs. My stomach growled, a painful reminder of how many meals I have skipped. “Take this,” Hades said handing me a tiny bag filled with berries. “thank you, Alpha king,” I whispered. “I hope that satisfies her, though she doesn’t look like she needs it,” Astrid remarked.

Laura wanted to protest, but the paradise vanished as she was plunged back into darkness. ******* Laura opened her eyes again, yet she was not where she expected to be. Perhaps, she was dreaming of lying in the grass of a strange forest. Her chest pulsed with pain as she struggled to sit up. Something wet and sticky drew her gaze. It was hard to tell, but the pearly sheen of the berries’ skins made her certain. They were sunberries, one of the deadliest poisons known to werewolves. She threw them away, smearing what she couldn’t shake away on the grass and rolling away.

I have lost the ability to speak so instead I point a shaking finger toward the bag, which has begun dripping and oozing onto the hardwood floors, creating a large, gory puddle. Inside the garment bag is a uniform that has been soaked in the blood of some animal. On the lapel is a note that reads “bastard.” In the bottom of the bag is a dead rat. On that rat is a nametag that says "Lily the fake." No wonder Evie was in such a good mood. She had left me a little surprise. Atticus takes a step back, avoiding the puddle and looking around for something to absorb the mess, settling on a large towel from the bathroom.

“It’s a plant with emetic properties. Strong ones. I have very good reason to believe that Bianca collected these and has been eating the berries.” Mia stared at me. “Why would she do that?” “I don’t know.” I looked at my friend. “Why do you think?” The implication was clear. “She’s been making this whole production out of how sick she is,” I said, mostly just because I needed to say it out loud to feel like I wasn’t going completely insane. “Every time she needs sympathy, every time she needs Callum to come running, she vomits.” I gestured to the stem. “Three berries appear to be missing. One was squished under my shoe. That leaves two unaccounted for.”