Hunger Games Tree Novels & Stories

Hungry for your fresh brain, yes, hungry for your warm blood, soft tissues from your body, but take heart, as this is only bringing you closer to your goal. True revenge knows the meaning of patience. Ones inside that frightening forest, you will be on your own and return to your land is impossible. You must persist now, whatever should come your way. Night in this place is not friendly to any human beings, and the seething things that splitter and click in the dark places of this part of forest are always hungry. It may be a chilling long distance, or it may be miles, but eventually, you will come across a thick glade of ancient oak trees. There will be no mistaking this location.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

She shivered as she walked, enjoying the view. As she was walking, she came to the second hideout the girls planned to use. The hideout was a large treehouse of sorts. One of the giant trees had died decades ago and had been hollowed out by weather and wild animals. The roots branched out above ground and made a hilly path around the tree. Underneath one of the roots, there was a small hole where a person could easily slide inside if they were small enough. Susanna tried to slide inside the hole and found she fit easily. She slid back out, making sure to drop her scent along the way. She wanted the Kreil to see the tree and scope it out on their way through.

Seer Soraya closed her eyes and clasp her hands, ‘Oh sacred tree Gaearandys, share with me once again the blessing you have showered,’ she chanted on her mind. When she opened her eyes, the huge plant was in ashes and she could see Antonella. Lucianna already disintegrated the obstacle and in that moment of surprise for the opponent, William lunged forward, “Now!” Soraya opened her palm wide and grabbed Antonella’s hand and just before she sprouted a poisonous flower Soraya let go. William ran back to Lucianna and the headmaster with a giant tree flailing behind them, a monster tree that looks like an omnivore.

And that is what we want for you, too! ‘Why does it have to be me? Look at me! I am weak!’ Why can’t they see that? I cannot even use mind link! I could hear their voices in my head but I cannot use the link the same way they do. ‘You are not weak, Katniss. To me, to Dad, Mom, Archer, and Ronan, you are special. You are born to do greater things. After this, go straight to the tree house. There is a bag underneath the bed. There are clothes, money, and medicine for you there. There is also a phone there and a car key. The car is hidden in the bushes near the tree house. Go far away for now.’

"This tree is you, Adira." I turned around completely, the tarp making a noise under my feet. "What? How?" His gaze weakened me. My resolve crumbled around me as he hummed deep in his chest. He leaned back, his long frame trying to appear at ease, but I could see how wound up he was inside. "This tree overcame fire, still alive enough to recover from the char. Sprouting seedlings from deep in its cracks. Even as pieces of it are severed, it comes back, warped. A product of its environment."

He screamed, trouble. “I guess I should tell you the truth, it seems inevitable now that you have been exposed to him and his treacherous ways,” my mate got up and walked over to his closet and extracted what seemed like an ancient tome from some hidden compartment. He briskly walked back to me as I sat straight in bed with my back against the headrest. Xyn handed me the thick black tome with some magical ancient tree with silver bark and golden leaves embedded on its cover. Blue veins ran all over the tree and in its centre a whole chunk of what seemed like an apple shape was missing. As if the fruit had been plucked out.

He burned it, or at least he thought he had. But the next day, against all reason and logic, the book was there again. It reappeared, untouched, beneath that very same tree. That’s when his desperation turned to madness. He didn’t just want the book gone—he wanted the tree that birthed it destroyed. He summoned flames so fierce they licked the heavens, engulfing the tree in a sea of fire. And yet, when the smoke cleared, the tree stood unharmed. Its bark was blackened but unbroken; the only change inflicted on the book and tree was that they were pure black since then.

"The South isn't built on peace, Elara! It’s built on the ruins of empires! If all you have is ash, then use the fire that made it!" He pointed at a massive bone-oak tree across the Reach. "That tree has survived five hundred years of Boundary storms. It is rooted in the very stone you’re standing on. If you can’t move the water because you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself, then move the tree. Force it to acknowledge you!" "I can't!" I screamed. "Yes, you can!" The anger peaked. It felt like a physical weight behind my eyes. I turned toward the tree, my vision tunneling. I didn't think about frequencies. I didn't think about Silence. I thought about every person who had ever made me fe

"I've spent the last several weeks observing the tree." He opened the notebook. Every page contained sketches. Runes. Timetables. Magical fluctuations. Even weather conditions. Hunter had documented everything. He pointed toward one of the drawings. "The tree isn't alive." Chaos smiled. "I knew it." Hunter continued. "It's a magical construct." "It only imitates a living tree." Order, who had silently appeared behind us, leaned over the pages. "The roots..." Hunter nodded. "They aren't roots." "They're channels." I frowned.