Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

{Alexus} I had been in the tree for what seemed like hours. The only sounds that I heard were the sounds of insects crawling, the hoots of owls, and a rushing stream about a mile away. I could pick up the sound of someone crying in the distance, but there was no presence of immediate danger. Alexus: I'm hungry. Do you think I can eat now? Elektra: I still think it's a bad idea, but be quick about it.

More trees that he thought will stop the unsighty being on aftering him. He shrudded ablaze when trees cutted half and panted the ground. The unsighty being has a bladed skin, groving everything that block the way to its prey. And he is its prey! “Please,” he pleaded with his trembled voice. “I'm not tasty! Don't after me!” It only groaned excitedly and cutted more trees that one almost hit Rojan. But the impact crawl him down to the dusty ground. He cough and opt the pressure and anxious heart.

The canopy overhead swallowed most of the moonlight, leaving us moving through patches of silver and shadow. And then I saw it. A break in the trees up ahead. A clearing. But not just any clearing. The ground was blackened, scorched like a fire had raged through here long ago. At the center stood a single, twisted tree—its bark charred, its branches bare. The fire inside me pulsed wildly. This was it. “The next flame is here,” I said, stepping forward. Lena gave me a skeptical look. “Where? Because all I see is a creepy dead tree.”

The landscape stretched out before us, vibrant and teeming with life, but also filled with hidden perils. Our team, consisting of Aret, Nova, Horia, and myself, Jannah, had trained for years to reach this point, but nothing could have prepared us for the reality of the Hunger Games. The very mention of its name sent shivers down our spines, and we knew that survival in this brutal contest would demand everything we had. Our surroundings were dense with towering trees and exotic flora, their vibrant colors contrasting with the shadowy undergrowth. The air was thick with the sounds of unknown creatures, their calls, and rustlings both fascinating and foreboding.

Chapter 46: The First Choice The forest had gone unnaturally still. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as though the trees themselves understood the gravity of what was unfolding. The Hunger pulsed through Sipho like a living heartbeat, relentless and insistent: Choose. Decide. Take what is yours… or be replaced.

“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.”

I could feel a dark energy building, like a storm was brewing on the horizon. Suddenly, Arachne stopped in front of a massive, ancient tree. Its trunk was twisted and gnarled, and its branches seemed to reach up to the sky like skeletal fingers. "This is the Tree of Memories," Arachne said, her voice low and mysterious. "Here, you will uncover the secrets of your past." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I approached the tree. What secrets lay hidden within its ancient heart? Arachne reached out and touched the trunk of the Tree of Memories. The air around us seemed to shimmer and distort, like the surface of a pond on a summer's day.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

I slightly shaken, yet there's no blue light to save me from this dread! I fall several times, my mind blank. The moment I clear my mind, the trees is already blown away in the area. I didn't wait for realization and run so fast to the location that the pressure actively crashing. Not even the creature that suddenly shown is fortunate enough to not cry out loud. They are crash miserably! What causing my heart to skip a beat is their gaze that suddenly stop at me. It is filled with anger and strange expression I couldn't believe I'm seeing!

I maneuvered through the trees, finding the best paths until I reached an open area. Looking down, I noticed her blood staining my shirt, the metallic scent wafting into my nostrils, igniting a primal hunger. It triggered an overwhelming urge to feed on something raw, with blood. My body trembled as the transformation threatened to take over, making it a struggle to maintain control. I knew losing control would mean Venita's death.