Hunger Games Tree Novels & Stories

“That’s got to be fucking miserable. Sorry.” Zy nodded. “You still seeing Madison?” “I’m not dating her. We’re friends.” “She’d sleep with you if you asked.” But Zy knew what Trees was going to say. “I know. She told me. But she’s not what I need.” Trees was looking for the sort of female who could survive by his side through any sort of apocalypse, one he seemed convinced was imminent. And she had to have the birthing hips to give him lots of kids. Madison wasn’t that woman. She was a high-maintenance waif from start to finish.

I spare your life and you say you are an honorable spirit, get out of my friend and tell us where to find water and food and then leave us alone" Bennett bowed and said,"You defeated me this time and I accept it . To find water, you must follow the thick trees and it will lead you to a river. It has fish. The trees beside it contain mangoes and the other one apples. This time I leave you but I promise that the next time we meet and the next time I see you in my territory, we won't be friends" "LIKE WE EVER WERE!",shouted Laurel. Bennett gave an angry look before passing out. Emily, Laurel and Zane ran to his aid.

“And what does she want?” I look up at the vast branches, at the sea of green fruit swaying gently in the light. “She wants balance again.” Rowan lets out a slow breath. “Then that’s what we’ll give her.” Kevin’s hand finds the small of my back. “One step at a time, little flame.” I nod, still trembling. “One step at a time.” The wind moves through the clearing, carrying the scent of sap and earth. The Mother Tree glows faintly, her sadness still there but quieter now, soothed by the promise of being seen.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

Bima replied, standing tall, staring at the tree as it began to open its buds toward them. The buds were not flowers, but millions of instant seasoning sachets floating in the air, ready to be served to the thousands now kneeling beneath it. Bima took a step forward, feeling the gravitational pull of the crystal tree's core. A pull that no longer felt like a machine, but like the warm embrace of a long-lost mother. He knew this was the sweetest trap he had ever faced, but he had no choice but to step into that intoxicating aroma. Behind the crystal tree, in the deepest darkness, something primordial had just opened its eyes, and it began to taste the scent of Bima's resolve.

"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."

“Isn’t Elsa cool? She has awesome powers.” “Catboy from PJ Masks is cooler,” Tree said, speaking quickly. “He is as fast as lightning and can hear anything. Even ants!” “But can he freeze someone?” Tinder smiled, getting braver because I was on his side. The differences between Tree and Tinder were huge. Tree was talkative, active, and always curious. Tinder stuttered, and his left eye twitched a lot. His movements were quick and nervous. He seemed really unsure of himself. He also chewed on the collar of his shirt, making it all wet.

The adult livestock lowed loudly, agitated by hunger and the overwhelming spiritual energy saturating the environment. The entire farm was spiraling into accelerated overproduction. A lazy voice suddenly drifted down from above. “Well, well… look who finally showed up to her own kingdom.” I looked up sharply. Nebula lounged comfortably atop a massive hyper-matured apple tree, his sleek black tail flicking lazily while emerald eyes glittered with malicious amusement. The tree itself had mutated absurdly under the accelerated growth cycle, its branches overflowing with enormous crimson apples glowing faintly with spiritual vitality.

I am determined to prove myself. Perhaps if I show my strength, they will see I am a luna. The thought gives me strength. I just need to prove myself as a hunter. Then I can claim my rightful position. The walk to the hunting grounds is long. I have never heard so much silence. There is no sound of birds. There is no sound of animals. Even the trees are decaying. This is a horrible place. They are like a graveyard. They are corpses of trees. "What happened to these trees?" I ask.

"That's a Sanguisugal Tree, except in the guise of a ginkgo tree. It grows among rocks and stones and feeds on the blood of warriors to grow." Chu Xun began to wonder if he had lived for thousands of years away for naught. Since the anomalies began ravaging Earth, Earth no longer was the Earth he used to know. "A tree would dare hurt humans?!" bellowed Yan Wushuang with rage. He raised his sword, about to cut it down. "No, wait, Yan. Leave it," Chu Xun stopped him suddenly. Yan Wushuang turned around and stared incredulously at Chu Xun.