Hunger Games Tree Novels & Stories

He sat on the frozen floor and cried the way men cry when they realize the war was never against the machines; it was against what they themselves had poured into them. That night he loaded the gun, pressed it under his chin, and counted heartbeats. One. Two. Seventy-three. On seventy-four he lowered the barrel, because the tree had opened one fruit while he wasn’t looking. Inside were seeds arranged in the exact shape of Eden’s handwriting: COME HOME WHEN YOU CAN BE GENTLE AGAIN. He left the gun on the table. He left the morphine. He took the tree (wrapped the pot in his only spare shirt, carried it against his chest like a child) and walked south through the ash winter until he found a sno

I feel the dangerous desire to reach out and touch his face, to trace the curve of his lips with my fingertips. I cover that up with sarcasm too. “Oh, so you listen to me only when you want to. Got it,” I say, giving them a thumbs up and an eye roll. Kian’s lips press into a firm line. “Can we focus, please? We don’t need to deal with anybody else willing to sell us out to the highest bidder. But we need to find this tree. Any bright ideas are welcome.” Frost turns back around and dusts his hands off. The door is settled back on its frame, albeit somewhat precariously. Anybody else who wanted to kick it in could do so easily. “Books. There’s a library upstairs.”

“No collars. No boxes. You get names. Beds.” He looks down at himself. “I want that.” The crown burns. Seven grounds. Seven vessels. One crown. He’s the last piece. Bind him, and it’s done. The Tree gets its set. And I don’t know what the Tree does with done. Draven presses against my leg. Not a command. An anchor. Choose. Moira laughs, soft. “Oh, Mother. He’s right. I’m Hunger. Without a stomach, I eat everything. Eventually. Even you.”

“This way. The tree should be just beyond this ridge.” They trekked onward, the excitement building with each passing moment. Eventually, they arrived at a small clearing, and there it stood—the old tree, its massive trunk gnarled and twisted, with roots that snaked out like ancient fingers gripping the earth. “Wow,” Jace breathed, taking in the sight. “It’s incredible.” Mia stepped closer, her eyes sparkling. “It feels alive, like it’s watching us.” Elara began sketching the tree, capturing its majesty and the intricate details of its bark. “This is going to be a beautiful illustration for our story.”

She did not give up trying to persuade Nara to stay here and be her daughter. "I don't let you go, Nara! We will live together in this illusory world," said the woman Tree. She tried to run her master, the tree of illusion keep Nara in the world of illusion. And the trees survive by eating other trees. Who is has strength is who will live until the end.

he says, his voice hard and flat. “You are more Lycan than you know,” my mother says, her mouth tight. "Just enough for the bond to pick him and just enough for the tree to want him." She points at the black throne behind us, its roots crawling under the ice like black veins pulsing slowly. "The First Tree feeds on royal blood. It has been starving since I left, and it calls to its own blood." The lord in blue pushes forward, his wine breath sour. "Give us the human boy," he shouts. "Let the tree drink his blood instead of our King and save the North!"

Are they having a deep connection to the Leader? Hence, except there are drone cameras in the air, fleeting, Gideon said there is also closed-circuit television hidden at the branches of some trees here. Earlier, they said, they were just hidden in the lower part of the garden we went to. Surely, they were hidden enough for me to not notice those kinds of cameras. The Operators took care of everything. Aside from watching the game, they also serve as judges to declare which team will win. They will also decide if I am worthy of this place based on what they see.

Subconsciously standing up with unsteady feet he went near it, touching its trunk, he could feel it was alive, ‘She’s sleeping.” Ceberus thought. He knew it was a woman, the tree itself was sleeping, warm and in slumber. He had a feeling he was inside the tree. His instincts told him that he was inside of her not long ago. He was confused. Ceberus looked around the run-down cabin, leaves, and dust were everywhere. He noticed the open area as a small kitchen and a living room, small old drawings were pinned amongst the walls, looking behind the tree and opening its curtains of leaves he noticed 3 rooms, the first one was at the end of the small hallway, an old fashion bathroom, it’s a door wi

Copyright© by Victory Christian November 2021 This is my first book on Goodnovel, and I want to thank you all for giving it a chance. I'll try to make it worth your time.. Don't forget your votes, reviews and comments really mean a lot. Thanks. ~ORIGINAL WORK~ Blurb ________ Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes.