Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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.”

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The trees seem to whisper secrets to each other, their branches tangling together like sweet lovers. One step, two steps, I saw her trying to climb over a talk barrier that obstructed her way and I sighed. “The way to Cryzon City is not even that way, you missed it about three steps away from your back.” I told her and she was startled, turning Abruptly in sharp red glare at me and I shrugged. “Stay the fuck away from me” she yelled and struggled to push the large dead tree trunk that had fallen over. “I'm not following, I'm having fun seeing you fighting desperately for a man that doesn't give a damn about you. You're willing to burn your Clan for Vladimir who is fucking my mate right now.”

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”

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.

Might want to call the cops. "Honey, who are you texting?" Chester snarled, his face twisted into something dark and chilling by the phone's glow. This whole new life spiel was nothing but a con. I was trapped in a real-life Truman Show. I lashed out with a fierce kick at Chester. He screamed in agony, doubling over, his face a mask of pain. "Chester!"