Hunger Games Berries Novels & Stories

On my way back, I spot wild blackberries growing between the roots of a fallen tree near the water. They’re tiny. Slightly overripe. And definitely not enough food for two people who’ve spent the entire day hiking through hell. But honestly, at this point I would sell my soul for anything that doesn’t taste like leaves and despair. Carefully, I gather them into the edge of my shirt. By the time I return to the pool, Damon still isn’t back. I rinse the chestnuts and berries carefully in the water before laying them out to dry on the cloth beside our pack.

Isn’t it true that if something tastes bad, it’s probably poisonous? But just as I was about to bring it up to my mouth, my eyes caught a glimpse of something even better. Blueberries! I ran over to the little bush, leaving the mushroom on the trunk. And, for once, I felt extremely fortunate when I discovered that there were more of those bushes a short distance away. My hands worked systematically through every tiny branch and leaf for the next hour or so, bringing the juicy berries into my mouth and suffocating my hunger. And by the time I’d gone through each one to make sure I had them all, the flavorful fluid had turned my fingers and, most likely, my lips purple.

"Let's get a proper meal into you. I hear the Frost pack cooks completely outdid themselves this year, and I want to try some of this legendary blackberry cobbler before the warriors eat it all." Alex returned to his brothers and the other warriors that were competing in the coming games as Emerald let herself be guided to a bench, sitting securely between her aunt and uncle. The heavy, suffocating weight of her past was finally starting to lift, replaced by the comforting warmth of the bonfire and the joyous, booming laughter of the surrounding packs. As plates of roasted meats, fresh baked bread, and sweet berries were passed down the table, Emerald found herself doing something she hadn't

Their hands cupped carefully around something. "Mom! Mom! Look what we found!" They rushed toward me. Weaving between startled elders. Completely oblivious to the serious meeting they had just interrupted. "Children, we're in the middle of—" "We picked these for you!" Carl thrust his hands forward. A pile of wild berries sat in his small palms. Purple and red and slightly squished from being carried. "Ken showed us where the best bushes are!" "They're the sweet kind," Karin added eagerly. She held out her own handful. "Ken said you used to eat these when you were little. In Dark Hollows. Before everything bad happened."

Samuel now asked me like he could sense the hunger in me. Trying to think back, the last time I had blood was when I marked Tyler as my mate, but I wasn’t sure that counted. “It’s been a while.” I tell him and he moves in closer to me and bares his neck to me and says, “Feed Lexie.”

22 Carolyn's POV Later, Oliver returned with some edible berries. I had never seen something like that. He informed me that their pack crossbred many fruits and berries to invent new varieties, and this berry was one of those outcomes. It tasted like lychee but had a dark pink color. The boys dropped me at my hostel before dark and promised to come get me for dinner. I came to my room and found new baggage on one of the two empty beds. Ah, I have a roommate.

Then Natalie arrived, and she was taking up the rapping verse before finally ending with a chorus. Everyone cheered and clapped as they bowed and hugged each other and turned around on the podium. The cake got rolled in and it had six layers and was designed like camouflage, just like the ones in the army. Natalie got down and read the note attached to it. 📃📃📃 Happy birthday to my favorite bush baby. Love Daddy. " Aww... He remembered." Ariana called. Natalie chuckled. " Of course he did... Why shouldn't he?"

The young Alpha asked his father to come along with him and his mate, for them to show the Black Blade. Once in Accashia’s room, Bathal sat on an empty chair near the door and crossed his legs. The King brought a banana and another odd fruit which Accashia called as moon-berry. A berry that grew from the ashes of the burnt bones of the Shadows, a fruit that became a delicacy. "Where is the black blade you’re talking about?" Bathal asked as he looked around the room.

And just like that, they disappeared. All that was left were two creatures, mated until their last dying breath. ~~~~~ As Serena pulled the outskirts of the nearby town, she pulled the grocery list again. She shook her head. Canned peaches, an assortment of nuts, orange, pineapple, and cranberry juice. She shuddered. Why the heck would mom and dad buy these? She thought. Opening the door of the car she step out of the car, all the while grabbing her phone, and headed to the grocery. Hoping upon hope that there are few people inside.

Her basket empty, save for wildflowers and some raspberries she's clearly been enjoying while she works from the stains on the collar of her yellow dress. "Put those in the kitchen and wash up boys," I holler, "and Anna, you can help me with the wash since you didn't get your hands dirty." She sighs yet complies, smiling all along. "Where'd you find the berries? I thought we'd picked them all," I ask. I truly thought we had. Sugar is hard to find right now, but the local berries offer a little chance at sweet treats to boost morale among family and warriors alike. We try to make them feel at home because they're fighting for our homes.