Hunger Games Berries Novels & Stories

Under Kieran's cold glare, she took a few more spoonfuls and a bite of the steak before he was satisfied that it wasn't poisoned. But as she started to get up, he pointed to the bowl filled with berries. Gwendolyn wanted him to stop because she could see how terrified Meredith was. But she knew Kieran wouldn't stop until he was completely sure everything was safe for her. Meredith eyed the bowl of berries and looked away. She knew she wouldn't be able to escape this time. "I can't eat the berries, Alpha." She murmured. "Why not?" Kieran snarled. "Because it's poisonous. Wildings are immune to it, but werewolves are not. I'll die."

The berry asked again. "Stupid. Stupid berry! I ate you, silly. But I want to eat you more now." "What?" The berry snapped. Aurora didn't listen to the berry anymore and took a bite of It. - "Brava! She ate those hallucinating berries." Liam cursed, gritting his teeth. "Wow! Talking berries." Liam frowned. What talking berries is she talking about? He thought while Aurora was staring at him with wide eyes. "Stand still," Liam ordered her but she was in another world. She blinked her eyes rapidly. "Wow! Talking berries."

“ We will make the fire , and ladies , we need you guys to make something really quick to eat – we do not have time to sit around…” “While I was sitting around , I found some berries…” Britney shows them to us with a smile on her face. That smile quickly disappeared into a look of shock as those berries where slapped from her hand. “What the –“ she says in shock. “Those berries are very poisonous! Do not pick any food next time , before asking me first!” he yells at her in a quiet voice. A sudden gloom washed over all of us as we started to do what we were told to do – Britney quietly sulked while breaking the rectangular biscuits into four small squares for us all , while I heated up the be

Bowing down, she carefully moved the prickly branches aside to uncover a modest bunch of dim purple berries. Could it be? Culling one from its domestic, she took a little nibble. It was! Wild blackberries! Excited to have something to eat, in any case scanty, that wasn't a mutant-cat-thing, she enthusiastically filled her shirt with each ready berry on the bush. It wasn't much, but it was sufficient to share. "Heather!" Her head whipped around at the removed sound of Brock's voice. That didn't sound good. "Heather!!" Why did he sound so distant absent? She hadn't been out here for that long, had she? She couldn’t have meandered absent that far.

I was so thirsty and even when we were in a forest with less heat due to the fact that trees were blocking us from the scorching sun, we had walked a long distance without taking food or water. My stomach growled and Jenna's eyes widened. "Oh my, I totally forgot about your meal. Here are some berries, I picked them up, they are good for you," she smiled and even when I wanted to ask where she got the berries, I was too hungry to think about asking her that. "How far is the place?" I was munching on a berry as I spoke. "Maybe spirit travelling is faster than real travelling," she mumbled, staring at a blank space.

The forest was full of sounds I didn't recognize, birds calling and leaves rustling and small animals moving through the underbrush, but none of it felt threatening. If anything it felt like the woods were welcoming me and that was crazy because forests don't have feelings, but I couldn't shake the sense that I belonged here somehow. As the day went on my hunger got worse until my stomach was cramping so badly I could barely walk straight, but I didn't know what was safe to eat and what might kill me. That's when I saw the berry bushes growing near the stream, heavy with dark purple fruit that looked like blackberries. I'd picked blackberries with Mom when I was little and these looked the s

he said, his tone low but calm. “Was I?” I rubbed my face, still trying to shake off the lingering unease. “Makarius, I’m starving. Think they’ll feed us, or are we on some twisted hunger strike?” Makarius smiled. “Well, I’d hope so, but… I’ve got something better.” I followed his gaze to the little table by the bed. A bowl of wild berries sat there, nestled among a handful of forest flowers. “Did you raid a bush or something?” I asked, half-laughing.

Squeaked Sprout, as they sat around a large pail in which they had gathered berries and other fruit to eat instead of meat or fish as they could not light a fire in Les Bois. “I’m all for ale before breakfast,” said Titan. “But I do not think the Alpha Prince feels much like celebrating,” whispered Titan, leaning down towards Sprout who sat next to the Beta. The Prince had gotten up and marched into his tent after eating two handfuls of berries if so much. Cory followed him into the tent. Hayden was already disrobing. He had left his belt with his father’s sword and the Vermillion Sword on the table. She placed the quiver and the Amber Bow next to the Vermillion Sword. The two shone brightly

“I can’t even eat these?” He didn’t answer, his gaze unwavering. I gritted my teeth, glaring at him with every ounce of boldness I had left. “What’s the point of this? Do you want me to die out here?” “That’s up to you,” he said flatly and stepped back into the shadows. I sat there for a long time, staring at the berries I couldn’t eat. My stomach twisted painfully, and tears of frustration stung my eyes. How long was I supposed to last out here? How long before my body gave out completely?

I just can't believe it looked like I never left. Grandma opened the cabinet filled with small baskets of fruits. Oranges, green apples, blue and black berries which I don't know where they get those, mangoes, guava which I haven't tasted that in my life, pineapple, dragon fruit which I wonder if Emilia Clarke the mother of dragons in Game Of Thrones planted those like how she raised her dragon offspring, kerson fruit berries and some fruit I never seen before. I looked around and recognized paintings with my signature. Paintings I threw last year. I wonder how these stuffs got here.