Treech Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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!"

They noticed the tree started to weaken. “Only a little left!” said Cael. “Bear it, guys, we can do this!” Damon and Raven even improved their ability. The tree gradually dries up with the force of electricity and fire, which destroys the root of the tree. Raven felt blood running down her nose. Meanwhile, a fire appeared all over Damon’s body. He felt fluid flow into his ear. Kyra, Hugo, and Cael continue to attack the trunk of the tree. They could hear loud moans of agony from the tree. Although it was painful to hear, everyone continued what they were doing.

The prince stopped his hunger to inspect what he and his men have been feeding on and only discovered that the tree was bleeding blood. He stopped them, thinking he was protecting them, but it was already too late as something started happening to them, their bodies started burning in pain that has never been felt before. It was so painful that they each collapsed from it. When they opened their eyes, everything has changed, they noticed the difference with them and their hunger for the very same blood they had ran away from.

Alive. We keep on climbing the trees and the end is in sight just two more and then we made it through the swamp. *Crack* My head turns around instantly when I hear a loud cracking noise. I see Hunter clamming himself against the tree. Shit. No this can't be happening we are almost there. *Crack* The branch beneath Hunter's feet is hanging on by a thread. By the look on his face, I can tell he is scared "Move, move move," Axel says to me moving more towards me. I quickly climb to the next tree and the branches underneath us are cracking loudly.

Dark figures that were neither fully human nor fully beast, their eyes glowing with a hunger that made my skin crawl. The growl rumbled through the trees, low and menacing. I could feel it deep in my chest, like it was coming for me, stalking me. My breath hitched, and I forced myself to keep running, but the branches of the trees seemed to tangle together, blocking my path, the forest tightening around me.

"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.

The Breaking Point The challenge reached its peak as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, distorted shadows through the carbon-fiber canopy. A group of survivors, led by a man whose face was masked by soot, approached the golden tree. They weren't carrying bread; they were carrying heavy, industrial shears. "The tree is dead weight," the leader said, his voice a jagged edge in the twilight. "It’s a monument to the Thorne-Vance ego. We need the space for a fire. We need the wood to stay warm."

However the horn sounded, and the game began. It was like a Pack of starving wolves, the Lords and their men scattered into the woods. Some ran while the others crouched low, sniffing for the metallic scent of hidden weapons. But me? I didn’t bother with the ground because it was a routine I got tired of. Instead, I climbed up and scaled the tallest tree, I perched on a thick branch and watched the chaos unfold below me from up here. They all looked like little rats scrambling for survival, some were already whimpering, their fear tainting the night air.

“I can’t remember the smell of bread! Only the hunger! Only those starving years!” June felt something sharp and raw burning in her chest. The green light from her mother fought against the black ink creeping up her legs. She glanced at Dante. He was right above her, swinging a piece of driftwood, trying to knock the thorns back. Each time he snapped one, two more sprouted in its place from the sand. “June! We need the Tree!” Dante’s voice cracked. “The center—everything’s coming from the center!” She looked over to the World Tree. Its silver shine had vanished. Something inside it looked rotten, and thick red sap poured out into the sea, leaving the water dark and oily.

to come near her, she quickly run as the tree’s branches lengthen its size and tried to strike her. Niffa cut the branches into pieces as they keeps on coming her way, the branches splattered human blood and stained the knife and her cloth. There was a pause for a moment as she glared at the eyeless tree, she was shocked to see the tree’s mouth revealed. It was wide with a lot of sharp teeth, it seemed like an endless spiral of sharp teeth inside its mouth. The left branch suddenly grasps a raccoon hiding from a tree with its humanoid fingers, and the raccoon keeps on wiggling from the branch’s grasp. Niffa was terrified when the tree gobbled up the raccoon’s body as its blood splattered on